<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578</id><updated>2012-02-11T08:28:27.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thecannyshark</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-63427482123451627</id><published>2012-02-11T08:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T08:28:27.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloody Strummers - Return Of The Halcyon Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMkNoE9_2bU/TzaXIZkYPII/AAAAAAAAAN0/qkg649Vf1ZQ/s1600/the%2Bbloody%2Bstrummers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMkNoE9_2bU/TzaXIZkYPII/AAAAAAAAAN0/qkg649Vf1ZQ/s200/the%2Bbloody%2Bstrummers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707915748296899714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bloody Strummers&lt;br /&gt;Return Of The Halcyon Days&lt;br /&gt;©2012 Independent&lt;br /&gt;http://thebloodystrummers.bandcamp.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thebloodystrummers&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/the-Bloody-Strummers/204269402916676?sk=info&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody remember the Black And White World from the early 90’s on Blonde Vinyl Records? Well, this isn’t them or any relation, though a current connection with Michael Knott exists, but I couldn’t help but transplant the fuzzed out, garage rock tendencies of the aforementioned band, especially Matt Biggers’ vocals sounding like eerily akin to Rob Gallas. Needless to say, what is old can definitely be dressed up as something new and fresh as Josh Lory (Western Grace, LS Underground) and Matt Biggers offer up a blend of late 60’s psychedelic/garage rock (The Rolling Stones, The Doors, The Kinks, to name a few) with sparse and fuzzy modern rock (The Cult, The White Stripes, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, SF 59, Edward Sharpe &amp; the Magnetic Zeros, The Out Crowd, and The Black Keys, to name a few more). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I absorb this disc, the more I sense what I’ve come to love about Black Rebel Motorcycle Club: reckless abandon. Masaki Lui brilliantly mixed this disc. You can almost hear the tripped out, psychedelic remnants, as they are spilled out on the stage floor, then kicked out with that reckless abandon to a swaying audience in a hole-in-the-wall club in some inner city on the west coast. A very fluid, but raucous listen all the way through, this is. Favorite tracks include “Moonlight Suite” and “Angels Runin’ Scared”.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this is the good stuff that will fix what ails you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;February 2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-63427482123451627?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/63427482123451627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=63427482123451627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/63427482123451627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/63427482123451627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2012/02/bloody-strummers-return-of-halcyon-days.html' title='The Bloody Strummers - Return Of The Halcyon Days'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oMkNoE9_2bU/TzaXIZkYPII/AAAAAAAAAN0/qkg649Vf1ZQ/s72-c/the%2Bbloody%2Bstrummers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1657958584876710248</id><published>2012-01-16T12:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T12:41:38.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrice - Major/Minor</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/16/1999.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/16/s_1999.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrice&lt;br /&gt;Major/Minor&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Vagrant Records&lt;br /&gt;www.thrice.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having absorbed this band only starting with the 2004 Vheissu, my history doesn't follow nearly as close as the rabid faithful fan might. Thrice is a band where all the parts contribute, but clearly Dustin Kensrue is at the helm. Unfortunately, as a touring band, they appear to be taking an indefinite hiatus, as a couple members of the band have young family pressure facing them. Unfortunately, I have never seen them. I hear they put on a killer show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Major/Minor" is a veteran modern rock montage that envelopes the listener with a passionate vocal paired perfectly with the backing instruments. Kudos to the production crew. Right out of the gate, the in-your-face rocker "Yellow Belly" addresses the abusive father figure with "You were built for blessing, but you only make them bleed, but you don't care//And bruises are but shadows of the blackness that you breed, but you don't care." "Promises" gives a nod to the book of Romans in referring to the deceitfulness of man's heart: "Our word is so faint and feeble//Broken by the slightest breeze or breath//Our hearts are, they're so deceitful//Sick and filled with lies that lead to death".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cataracts" is like a modern day Psalm lyrically. David, when fearing for his life from Saul, called out to God from his depths as a man. Very similarly, Kensrue despairingly pleas "Pin me down and take away//This heart of stone//Wind and sound//Awake my old dry bones//Cut these thorns and kick these stones//And keep those birds at bay//Plant deep and dark//And help my heart perceive the light of day". It was hard to pick a favorite from the mix; that's how fluid this release is to me. "Treading Paper" has an intoxicating rhythm that blends well with vocals and melody, hence getting my vote. Right up there, "Words In The Water" is a song where the darkening and despair of the heart bleeds through to the music. They even include stripped-down acoustic versions of "Yellow Belly" and "Promises". The high intensity of this release is a reminder how strong Kensrue is as a writer and visionary. Here's to hoping the itch to write music still burns within Dustin Kensrue, as fatherhood now takes hold of his attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1657958584876710248?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1657958584876710248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1657958584876710248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1657958584876710248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1657958584876710248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2012/01/thrice-majorminor.html' title='Thrice - Major/Minor'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3008008587336280134</id><published>2011-11-19T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T10:38:37.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hill To Die Upon - Omens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO_dENdNGtA/Tsf3p4OEAJI/AAAAAAAAANo/IhtPe02TBA0/s1600/AHTDU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO_dENdNGtA/Tsf3p4OEAJI/AAAAAAAAANo/IhtPe02TBA0/s200/AHTDU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676778154161864850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hill To Die Upon&lt;br /&gt;Omens&lt;br /&gt;©2011 Bombworks Records&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ahilltodieuponband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the few times that I’ve given a black/death metal CD a chance and actually enjoyed it to the point of not wanting to claw at my ears. A technical onslaught of incredibly tight rhythm/lead guitar riffs and a double kick drummer that doesn’t quit, “AHTDU has played Cornerstone Music Festival consistently since 2005 as well as Destruction Fest in London, England and Nordic Fest in Oslo, Norway in 2009 with great reaction from their European fans. In 2010 ATHDU journeyed south to Mexico where they left the smell of blood at three festivals.” (from their info page on Facebook) The album was recorded by Whitecross alum, Rex Carroll and is well balanced in the mix, not overly strong on the low end with a good metal guitar vibe throughout, and the sick vocals sound incredible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer tracks are “The Perfection Of Evil”, the down-tempo instrumental “Nehushtan”, the brutal “May The Thing Be Destroyed”, and their take on “Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down”. AHTDU stands firm with other heavyweights in this extreme genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;November 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3008008587336280134?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3008008587336280134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3008008587336280134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3008008587336280134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3008008587336280134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/11/hill-to-die-upon-omens.html' title='A Hill To Die Upon - Omens'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YO_dENdNGtA/Tsf3p4OEAJI/AAAAAAAAANo/IhtPe02TBA0/s72-c/AHTDU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-265460205473157698</id><published>2011-11-19T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:54:44.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skies - Bane &amp; Rebirth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rg-XQ2Vyx0/TsftWHVlEmI/AAAAAAAAANc/m5LK_vnpyhY/s1600/skies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rg-XQ2Vyx0/TsftWHVlEmI/AAAAAAAAANc/m5LK_vnpyhY/s200/skies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676766819506262626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skies&lt;br /&gt;Bane &amp; Rebirth&lt;br /&gt;©2011 Bombworks Records&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/skies777&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hardcore band from the Midwest has jumped on the circling moshpit wagon. Musically and vocally, Skies brings nothing new to the table for this genre, but occasionally, breakdowns do get a tad bit interesting, as in the song “Passion”. Otherwise, the only thing that truly stands out on this debut disc is the introduction theme, which is also employed in the slower instrumental plopped in the middle, “Discord”, sort of an A1 for those into theory. The closing “Rebirth” uses a screamo vocal with extra effect, but otherwise this is a forgettable freshman disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;November 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-265460205473157698?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/265460205473157698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=265460205473157698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/265460205473157698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/265460205473157698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/11/skies-bane-rebirth.html' title='Skies - Bane &amp; Rebirth'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8Rg-XQ2Vyx0/TsftWHVlEmI/AAAAAAAAANc/m5LK_vnpyhY/s72-c/skies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-9090260775701571960</id><published>2011-10-08T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T15:56:26.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These Hearts - Forever Ended Yeserday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/10/08/3627.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/10/08/s_3627.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Forever Ended Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Victory Records&lt;br /&gt;http://these-hearts.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.victoryrecords.com/thesehearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the title of the CD suggests that "Forever Ended Yesterday", we are in serious trouble. At the risk of sounding polite, These Hearts either need to go back to the drawing board to figure out exactly what they want to sound like or hang it up and stay with their day jobs. Now, the polite gloves come off. This disc is the sorriest thing to have wasted my auditory canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word says it all: over-saturated. Actually, that was hyphenated, but I digress. The mix on this seemingly highly publicized disc from Victory Records is consistently muddy and muffled. I attempted listening with different devices, stereos, with headphones, and windows down on back country roads, each time coming to the same conclusion. This is a young, energetic post-pop-hardcore mishmash band that sounds schizophrenic, at best. I think there is a hook somewhere in the songwriting, but just too much is going on at one time in most of the songs. Do I sound like I have enjoyed this experience? I honestly tried to find something redeeming, but when you have to strain to hear any high end in the mix, even with headphones, the overall listening experience is much less than desired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is very little that is credible to recommend, folks, other than the power of a youthful image projected. I call it like I hear and see it though. You may find a more "positive" or "constructively criticized" review online, but I firmly believe that just because a band or artist is marketing to the "Christian" market, it doesn't justify sugar coating it for the sake of not offending those in the body of Christ, no matter what scriptural angle you may take. Frisbees have been made to last longer than this wasteland of fodder. They appear to have rabid fans out there. I, personally, don't get the hype. Honestly, I wanted to find something redeemable here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;October 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-9090260775701571960?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/9090260775701571960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=9090260775701571960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9090260775701571960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9090260775701571960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-hearts-forever-ended-yeserday.html' title='These Hearts - Forever Ended Yeserday'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8924312870772938800</id><published>2011-08-19T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:06:48.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands - Give Me Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/19/3716.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/19/s_3716.jpg' border='0' width='275' height='275' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;Give Me Rest&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Facedown Records&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget meeting this young bearded guy at Cornerstone 2009. He reminded me of a young Keith Green dressed in a jean jacket with all these classic Christian rock pins all over it. Needless to say, Josh Silbernagel and I talked for what seemed like hours about the scene. He was maybe 22 at the time (he will have to correct me), and his knowledge of Jesus music was astounding. In the midst of the conversation with my new friend, I discovered he was the drummer for this new post rock metalcore band called Hands. I checked out their set, not sure what to expect. I was blown away by their explosiveness! I wasn't a fan of metalcore in general, mostly from boring chord choices and rhythms that I heard on all the generator stages and CD's slipped to me by bands looking for reviews. It all sounded homogenous and constantly angry. These guys were different. My eyes were opened, so to speak. Maybe it was my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With three full lengths and an early EP under their belts, Hands has quickly become respected within the Christian community and outside of it. From Fargo, ND, they blend elements from post rock bands like Isis, who are more metalcore in presence, and possibly Pelican. Moving between the growling, but controlled screaming and melodic undertones of Shane Ochsner, laying atop a near prog chord progression, yet alternative/metalcore in delivery, their sound is accessible to those looking for more variety in the realm of sonic crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CD layout of a body resting in fetal position as a constellation outline gives perspective to the absolute power and ambience of this band. The growl and sparse drum beat start off "I Will", but don't let it fool you. There is little on the soft side with these guys. The only song with a down tempo is "The Helix" at the beginning, with an almost whispering melodic vocal over a light guitar strumming. This doesn't last long. At times, the guitar builds on an ambient theme, then overpowers you with a wall of distortion amidst changing low end rhythms. "Here I Am" is the crossover alternative/metal radio song that brings it home for me; a song seemingly about Samuel and God waking him up, and Samuel saying, "Here I am, Lord. Send me." There is no weak link throughout this disc. "Jovian" is an absolute rocker and a song of submission to God. It breaks into this ambient groove toward the end that is a must for headphones. "Northern Lights" starts with a guitar driven post rock theme, and has an almost echo vocal riding on top of the rhythm. Did I say incredible? "2005" shows off the range of Shane's growling ability over a minor harmony with a hard alt rock vibe beneath it all. I'm simply impressed. "Restart" continues this theme with a clean guitar lick as Shane screams, "I get frustrated,... but I just need to let go." The disc ends with the title track, a stellar introspective mellow rock offering ("Is my name in there?") that crescendos brilliantly over "Give me rest" before bringing it all back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning their short discography, I know Shane Ochsner, Kevin Schwartz (bass), and Josh Silbernagel have discovered and built upon a strong formula in this niche market. This is their most complete and impressive offering. Oh, and I'm really glad I met Josh, Jesus rocker pins and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;August 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8924312870772938800?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8924312870772938800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8924312870772938800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8924312870772938800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8924312870772938800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/08/hands-give-me-rest.html' title='Hands - Give Me Rest'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8539812366984294832</id><published>2011-08-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:24:16.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Fist Revolution - The Fall Of Goliath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to2FG0ElsnM/TjijOiJlDnI/AAAAAAAAANU/OREmTXdOYT0/s1600/redfistrevolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to2FG0ElsnM/TjijOiJlDnI/AAAAAAAAANU/OREmTXdOYT0/s200/redfistrevolution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636434403734654578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Fist Revolution&lt;br /&gt;The Fall Of Goliath&lt;br /&gt;©2011 YoungSide Records&lt;br /&gt;www.redfistrevolution.com&lt;br /&gt;www.youngside.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken right from their own website: “Red Fist Revolution: The Fall of Goliath is a fully 4-D audio-visual experience. This Revolutionary rock-opera combines elements of live music, video storytelling, and the pageantry one would expect in a Broadway musical. The music is catchy and diverse, ranging from punk rock to acoustic ballads, from techno and metal to funk-rock anthems. The performance is geared towards audience participation; Participants are encouraged to sing, clap, and stomp along with the Red Fist Revolution. The story begins in the trenches of resistance against Goliath, struggles through Post Traumatic Stress, assimilation, and the movement’s defeat. At his lowest point our hero, Trooper Chrysalis, connects with a new hope and is transformed by the Red Fist Revolution. Having become a new creation, Chrysalis works to shed his old ways and embrace a new lifestyle of resistance. Together with the RFR, Trooper Chrysalis struggles to overthrow Goliath and free the world from physical and spiritual bondage. This revolutionary rock-opera then culminates with the march to Valhalla, the New Jerusalem, where the streets will be made of gold.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opener, “Down In The Valley”, is a solid rocker. The second song, “The Bomb” seems transitional in its’ makeup, like that of a rock opera inclusion. Strong rock tracks with good melodic lines and hooks are “Can’t Stop” and “Drowning Again”. Another song of interest is “30 Pieces”, a quasi-militant song referring to Judas’ betrayal of Jesus. The disc closes with an interesting combination of songs, “Marching to Valhalla” and “New Jerusalem”, in which the former implies reference to marching to that “hall of the slain” as used in Norse mythology, then appears to possibly raise the dead and bring them to “New Jerusalem”, meaning heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having listened to this a number of times now, I have to give props to the creativity involved in this project. This is as far as I can stretch myself. Though I applaud that it is completely recorded on a ’06 iMac using GarageBand, in a DIY approach, it does not translate fluidly to finished product. This appears to be Ben Stewart’s project and vision, yet seems scatter brained and a feels a bit plastic in its’ delivery. Maybe I’m particularly fond of the full band concept, but just too many musical elements are used for my taste, and hence too much going on from track to track. When a musician develops a project from their computer, if not careful, it can be rather easy to use everything located around the kitchen sink in its’ mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;August 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8539812366984294832?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8539812366984294832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8539812366984294832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8539812366984294832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8539812366984294832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/08/red-fist-revolution-fall-of-goliath.html' title='Red Fist Revolution - The Fall Of Goliath'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-to2FG0ElsnM/TjijOiJlDnI/AAAAAAAAANU/OREmTXdOYT0/s72-c/redfistrevolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7804035623601470410</id><published>2011-07-25T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T11:36:08.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kerosene Halo - self-titled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSWiQRYIwhk/Ti23kpJ7LHI/AAAAAAAAANM/WduPo7VemEY/s1600/kerosene%2Bhalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSWiQRYIwhk/Ti23kpJ7LHI/AAAAAAAAANM/WduPo7VemEY/s200/kerosene%2Bhalo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633360549061012594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerosene Halo&lt;br /&gt;self-titled&lt;br /&gt;©2011 Lo-Fidelity Records&lt;br /&gt;www.kerosenehalo.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited with anticipation at Cornerstone 2011 to see and hear the unveiling of Mike Roe and Derri Daugherty’s newest collaboration project, Kerosene Halo. Together, they are two of the founders of the Lost Dogs, an alt country/Americana band going strong after 20 years, but more importantly to this writer, and many who have followed this scene for a number of years, founders of the significant alternative bands the 77’s and the Choir respectively. Perhaps time is a mellowing agent for rock musicians, at least where these guys are concerned, for I have finally found the newest campfire accompaniment. I say this out of pure respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Derri’s voices are the fixtures to which this project clings. Mike has a more expansive dynamic to his voice, where he can belt out a strong blues, rocking vocal or caress the softer strains of a pop melody. Here, the song choices lend themselves to the softer side. Derri’s tenor vocals are a perfect combination with Mike. These guys may have struck gold with this collaboration. Their harmonies, I dare say, are richer than anything the Dogs have put out. Stylistically, there is little degree of separation from what the Lost Dogs have done. This is more of an homage to those artists they cut their veritable teeth on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of their cajoling about Terry Taylor’s expansive songwriting, they pick a couple of Taylor/Daniel Amos tracks to include, the gorgeous opening track, “Rice Paper Wings”, and the ending “And So It Goes”. Possibly, the most memorable of the bunch is the second cut, penned by Phil Madiera &amp; Derri, “Tonight, I Smiled At The Moon”. A haunting mid-western showcase of melody and harmony, it leaves you humming and whistling long after the song ends. A couple of obscure covers follow, “Dimming Of The Day” (Richard Thompson) and “Hey, That’s No Way To Say Goodbye” (Leonard Cohen). A surprise inclusion is Larry Norman’s, “The Outlaw”. A nice take on the original, especially the chorus! A couple more Phil Madiera nods are made with “Bad Sense of Direction” and “Grandpa’s Skin”, a song that could easily have been included in the “O Brother, Where Art Thou?” soundtrack. Tom Wait’s “Bottom Of The World” is exquisitely covered, making this a really strong track in this collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is the direction veteran alternative rockers head down as age brings wisdom, I can handle getting old-er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;July 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7804035623601470410?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7804035623601470410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7804035623601470410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7804035623601470410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7804035623601470410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/07/kerosene-halo-self-titled.html' title='Kerosene Halo - self-titled'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSWiQRYIwhk/Ti23kpJ7LHI/AAAAAAAAANM/WduPo7VemEY/s72-c/kerosene%2Bhalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5072595716393862870</id><published>2011-07-25T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:30:24.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Cahoone - Saints and Sinners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04OLBffz2aA/Ti2oKAdTWSI/AAAAAAAAANE/ndYBQBOBypI/s1600/kalcahoone2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04OLBffz2aA/Ti2oKAdTWSI/AAAAAAAAANE/ndYBQBOBypI/s200/kalcahoone2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633343598785419554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Cahoone&lt;br /&gt;Saints and Stars&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Helmet Recordings&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/kalcahoone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often, an angelic voice rises above the din of the modern music landscape. Kal Cahoone, background vocalist for Lilium and a friend of number of 16 Horsepower, Woven Hand, and the Denver Gentlemen alum, has released an intoxicating Americana album with an undercurrent of shoegaze and melancholy that lingers after finished. Hauntingly beautiful, she reminds me of a cross between Maria McKee (Lone Justice), Karin Bergquist (Over The Rhine), and Karen Peris (the Innocence Mission), but with more of a lilting quality. There's a sense of playfulness, but done in mostly a minor key. The music is used to plug into the weaving tapestry that trails behind her voice, sparse and inviting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deeply felt "Evita" and the first half of "Beside The Shalimar" resonate with an acoustic envelope of piano, guitar, and a wispy percussion starting the disc as to invite the listener into their living room. Then, the second half of the song, you're whisked out into a street concert of traveling gypsies. Dimly lit, smoke filled clubs, and late night ambience are what Kal Cahoone and her current band, The Dirty Pretty, are made for. The further into the disc, the melancholy spirit goes down like a perfect bottle of wine. "Sebastian" is of the playful quality, but more dance-like this time out. "Travel Song" is a classic light smoky blues club swagger tune. Not one weak number in the lot, she effortlessly wraps each song in a melancholy dance that has a lazy, timeless element as its partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cuts are "Have You Seen Your Star Tonight" and the hauntingly beautiful "Build The Fire". Fans of Over The Rhine, Innocence Mission, and Lilium will embrace this hidden Colorado talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;July 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5072595716393862870?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5072595716393862870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5072595716393862870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5072595716393862870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5072595716393862870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/07/kal-cahoone-saints-and-sinners.html' title='Kal Cahoone - Saints and Sinners'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04OLBffz2aA/Ti2oKAdTWSI/AAAAAAAAANE/ndYBQBOBypI/s72-c/kalcahoone2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-9193498955352914147</id><published>2011-06-30T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:04:44.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone 2011 - Day 2</title><content type='html'>Second day has come and gone. Saw 3 bands: Triple Stitch, White Collar Sideshow, and Showbread. All three were memorable in their own right. The lead singer for Triple Stitch got a gusher of a bloody nose shortly after starting their punk set, reminiscent of Squad Five O and the Altar Boys. WCS played a very unique stage performance. I was actually impressed by the honest message of how pornography almost destroyed the "ring leader", TD Benton personally and the ripple effect on his wife, who became bulimic as a result of trying to be like the women he had been watching. All of this sin resulted in God giving him a dream which was to create the Sideshow. 3 1/2 years in the making too! The night ended with a spirited set by Showbread. Finishing the night with a nice little bonfire staring up at the vast number of stars made the day beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-9193498955352914147?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/9193498955352914147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=9193498955352914147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9193498955352914147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9193498955352914147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/06/cornerstone-2011-day-2.html' title='Cornerstone 2011 - Day 2'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6827621731221753112</id><published>2011-06-27T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T13:02:01.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone 2011 - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Traveling through Ohio with Jim, Greg, and 5 teenage boys. I've been so looking forward to this for the past couple of months! Getting to see my roots as a believer (Servant, Daniel Amos) and some longtime favorites (Lost Dogs, Saviour Machine, Blindside, POD) is going to be awesome! I'm recording them all. Actually, we have a crew this time with 3 camcorders to videotape the shows closer to the right way. Some newer bands are also on my schedule. Believe it or not, this can be one of the most peaceful weeks of the year. More to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=On%20the%20road%20again&amp;z=10'&gt;On the road again&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6827621731221753112?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6827621731221753112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6827621731221753112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6827621731221753112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6827621731221753112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/06/cornerstone-2011-day-1.html' title='Cornerstone 2011 - Day 1'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5734038423824441272</id><published>2011-06-18T19:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T19:29:15.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believer - Transhuman</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/18/4610.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/18/s_4610.jpg' border='0' width='140' height='197' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was intrigued by these guys being on Metal Blade Records. I remember listening a little over a decade ago to "Dimensions" and going meh. Maybe I wasn't ready for thinking man's thrash then, but a bullseye hit up my spine upon first hearing their latest. This is probably my twelfth time spinning this, whether car, headphones, or system speakers. With all musical immersion aside, "Transhuman" is a major heavyweight in progressive/thrash metal. After a 15-year hiatus, they reappeared with2009's critically acclaimed "Gabriel", continuing the orchestral undertones from "Dimensions", but no rehash in the mix. Their fifth release sounds even more determined of a sound, very dark, heavy, and slightly foreboding. A hodgepodge of elements exists, drawing in NIN, Tool, and possibly a bit of Dream Theatre. This is sublime for this writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the fuse on this disc, "Lie Awake" and "G.U.T." greet the listener with a heavy rhythm section, awesome melodic lines, and a DT-like grandiose vibe. "Multiverse" begins with a sweet low-end rhythm with crunchy guitar, before a warped vocal is introduced, leading to the strong chorus vocals. Killer song structure with the different elements intertwining! With only two of the original lineup in vocalist/guitarist Kurt Bachman and drummer Joey Daub, their musical vision appears to be tightly wound. "Transfection" starts with a marimba/xylophone-like synth sound. Experimentation within this genre is a welcome thing! Keep bringing this brand of metal on, boys! There is no weakling among the heavy hitters on this disc. Older and wiser, I now have in regular rotation "Dimensions" besides this current monster. I guess associating with Metal Blade adds some street credentials in my book. Now, I can't get enough. If you enjoy thinking man's thrash with a strong prog injection, discover Believer. I'm still stoked that I rediscovered them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10+ of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;June 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5734038423824441272?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5734038423824441272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5734038423824441272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5734038423824441272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5734038423824441272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/06/believer-transhuman.html' title='Believer - Transhuman'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7822723323738285698</id><published>2011-06-07T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:04:47.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celldweller - Cellout EP 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76z3qCOGYTo/Te4IobIRUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5MUx5SBY9cw/s1600/celldweller%2Bcellout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76z3qCOGYTo/Te4IobIRUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5MUx5SBY9cw/s200/celldweller%2Bcellout.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615435275947823202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celldweller&lt;br /&gt;Cellout EP 01&lt;br /&gt;©2011 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.celldweller.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klayton, aka Celldweller, has been involved in the realm of electronic music for some time now. The multi-instrumentalist, and dare I say, somewhat of a visionary for all things digital music, had garnered quite the underground cult following with the early-late 90’s industrial band Circle Of Dust and Argyle Park, not to mention his Angeldust collaboration with Criss Angel. All of this, that is, until he went the solo route around 2000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying all that, I recently was fortunate to catch the first leg of his first tour in five years in my hometown of Buffalo. Teaming with fellow FiXT artist Blue Stahli, this “Cellout EP 01” is a studio recording of live alternate versions of songs dating back to his self-titled gem from 2003 and his Wish Upon A Blackstar series started in 2009. These mixes, in some shape or form, were used during this dynamic audio/visual tour. The songs, as on Wish Upon A Blackstar, have more of a modern dance groove to them, with the occasional veering down the industrial lane. The disc starts with remixes from the self-titled, “Our Own Little World (Klayton’s We Will Never Die Mix)” and “Frozen (Celldweller vs. Blue Stahli) followed by a nice mash-up of two recent songs, “The Best It’s Gonna Get vs. Tainted”. The disc rounds out with three hybrid instrumental mixes of the first three songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, it’s a layered mini-EP with instrumentals thrown in. Not as simple as this, but the music has a sort of droning magical quality that pulsates through you. I prefer what Klayton puts out in mini-discs over someone the likes of Moby anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7822723323738285698?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7822723323738285698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7822723323738285698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7822723323738285698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7822723323738285698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/06/celldweller-cellout-ep-01.html' title='Celldweller - Cellout EP 01'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-76z3qCOGYTo/Te4IobIRUGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5MUx5SBY9cw/s72-c/celldweller%2Bcellout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5011954502006550278</id><published>2011-04-20T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:04:02.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the violet burning - The Story Of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/20/2610.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/20/s_2610.jpg' border='0' width='233' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the violet burning&lt;br /&gt;The Story Of Our Lives&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.thevioletburning.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin? TVB has been relatively quiet since their live CD/DVD combo, "The Loudest Sound In My Heart" and follow up "Stings Like Bees", both live recordings. Mainly touring overseas to an ever-branching audience, Michael Pritzl appears to have grown tired of the machine of industry. More on that in a moment. Always the discriminating artist, and like any good guitarist looking for that elusive guitar "sound", Pritzl has undertaken a huge, adventurous project here. It's even bigger considering TVB has forged their own path in the indie realm. Funny thing is they have been around, meaning Pritzl and a revolving backdrop of musicians and voices, since starting as a "worship" band with Vineyard Church in the late 80's(?). Supporting independent rock and roll is now the mantra they throw with reckless abandon. Who can blame them when the very industry that once helped promote and provide a platform for dreaming of reaching people with their music, message, and vision drops them like a hot potato? The industry produces wide-eyed spawning starlets on one hand and casts them to the homeless, penniless curb with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Story Of Our Lives" is 34 songs, count them all, split into three discs, The Fantastic Machine, Black as Death, and Liebe uber Alles. "The Fantastic Machine" has guitar effects, sounds, and the like that sound as if The Smashing Pumpkins were thrown into a headphone blender ("Where It All Begins", "Graves (till the end)", "Machine Beat Sabbatha", "Imminent Collapse") mixed in with the signature clean U2 rhythmic riff/pure atmospheric sound achieved on their earlier projects ("Lights Out", "there is no end", "the letting"). The theme bleeding through the first disc is one of a tired, still-giving-artist burned by the industry that once held greener pastures like a dangling carrot (see a couple obvious ones above, the title track, and "brothr").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second disc, "Black as Death", takes Pritzl and company into harder terrain, almost grunge-like at points. A very appropriate title for this middle disc with a workman-like indie vibe. You would think the man might begin to mellow out with age, but the small-in-stature Pritzl plays a big guitar with passion and a bigger heart on his sleeve. The first three songs, "My Name Is Night", "Maelstrom", and "Breakdown", one of my favorites, are all full fuzzed out rockers. "Where Do We Belong" is a beautiful, falsetto grazing ballad with simply gorgeous harmonies. Follow that up with "Rock is Dead", a scorching song, and a slow burner, with a haunting presence, "Nowhere, CA" (another sweet cut), and the theme is harder to figure out. Disillusioned, yet full of grace maybe? "Sung" is a hard, piercing rhythmic explosion to the ears, meshing his softer vocal leanings with a bipolar, grungy dissonance. With "In Ruin" and "Lacuna", you can hear elements from the "Demonstrates Plastic and Elastic" period mixed with "Satellite Heart" and a bit of the dance-friendly Gravity Show material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third disc, "Liebe uber Alles" (German translates love above all), is a bit more laid back comparatively speaking with definitely the U2-ish/"Stranger In This Place" vibe weaving through it. "Mojave" starts with a stripped down Pritzl, acoustic, cello, building on a haunting string orchestration theme. "mon desir" is a good song that follows up with a recurring theme amongst MJP's lyrical worship-related meanderings, and that of "All I want is you". "finest hour" is a hard tune laced with light synth and seemed slightly out of place. Other stand out tracks on the third disc are "arc", the title track, a beautiful acoustic tune, and "change of heart". There's also the monster 9-plus minute worship rocker, "Made For You".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summing this whole project up is hard. There are parts that really catch my attention, that lay some new ground while embracing their roots as a band. There are parts that are still good, but sound eerily familiar. This is not a bad thing. Time is always the great equalizer. If weighed against and compared with the whole body of work, it will stand on its' own. The simple fact that this took longer to release than expected, both digital, then eventually the whole packaged artwork in a tri-fold, near DVD sized bookish format, was somewhat anti-climatic upon final arrival. When you're an indie artist, you have all the time in the world to do things your way. When you're a fan of an artist or band, waiting for the "Christmas present" gets hard to do, kind of like summing up. All in all, this will get plenty of rotation, hopefully for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5011954502006550278?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5011954502006550278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5011954502006550278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5011954502006550278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5011954502006550278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/04/violet-burning-story-of-our-lives.html' title='the violet burning - The Story Of Our Lives'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3894863087458760348</id><published>2011-04-04T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:27:57.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sosaveme. - A Ghost At Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/04/2837.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/04/s_2837.jpg' border='0' width='168' height='168' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sosaveme.&lt;br /&gt;A Ghost At Sea&lt;br /&gt;(c)2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/sosaveme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having toured since 2005, these Michigan boys have a versatile sound about them. Though this is their first full release, two prior EP's, they have what is described as a "passionate and aggressive indie-rock" vibe. The music is somewhat a marriage between post-grunge and emo, with enough indie sensibilities to embrace without restraint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Ghost At Sea" is a fluid listen that keeps drawing you back for more. I have not quite figured out what draws me though. The title track, "A Death Of Adam", and "Colossus" are probably the strongest rockers, with the remainder being a cross of down tempo, heavy ballad, and melodic AOR. An impassioned vocal delivery, with thoughtfully placed harmonies and a choral feel on a couple numbers, makes this rise above the din of noise currently out there. Memorable, but easy to get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3894863087458760348?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3894863087458760348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3894863087458760348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3894863087458760348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3894863087458760348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/04/sosaveme-ghost-at-sea.html' title='sosaveme. - A Ghost At Sea'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7654940267714729944</id><published>2011-03-19T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T11:45:26.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stryper - The Covering</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/19/1919.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/19/s_1919.jpg' border='0' width='220' height='220' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stryper&lt;br /&gt;The Covering&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.stryper.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When buzz started about Stryper doing a covers release of their influences, I thought at best that this would get mixed reviews from the Christian community. Here is a band that helped in a big way to get this niche genre, should I say, "Christian rock" on the map back in the 80's. At least recognized, is probably more like it. To do a covers CD of classic rock and metal influences that have little to no connection to the God I serve could be looked at by some narrow-minded folk as sacrilege. My question for those naysayers is doesn't God use anything and everything He chooses to bring about His glory? Who's to say that God can't speak through a Black Sabbath song? I personally know that God once used a Pearl Jam song to inspire me to pen a worshipful song on guitar. So there! Back in the day, say 20 years ago, much of the "secular" counterparts kicked the ever-loving daylights out of this niche called "Christian rock" or "CCM". All I know is that I once was made to feel guilty for owning a Ted Nugent or Black Sabbath album. Sure, I was young and impressionable, but what drew me to music was the quality, not necessarily the spiritual content. If it was good to my ears, then it resonated. I was led to believe that this new God rock was awesome. I have to admit that some of it was, and for that matter still is, up to par with the "outside world". Going back and listening to most of it is definitely taking a trip down memory lane. Some of it is lame, some of it makes me laugh at how lame it was, and still some makes me smile as I remember how it brought a chill to my spine. Listening to the albums now that I once burned in "righteous purging", I find enlightening to my musical senses. It's all good, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has grown on me for some reason. Tribute and cover albums can be a mixed bag. The purists want note for note authenticity. Production could be suspect. The band could outright stink. These are all outright possibilities to think through when considering a purchase. I think the reason why The Covering has gotten under my skin, in a good way, is because Stryper took on some killer songs, and not only pulled them off, but put their own collective stamp on them. With Michael's incredibly tight vocals, and the collective harmonies to boot, they have never sounded better. Oz Fox's guitar work is crisp and very cohesive, just like I remember back in the yellow and black days. They have reinvented themselves and have endured when other bands from that era have cashed in on past glory riding the reunion tour racket. They sound like they have nothing to prove to anyone. It seems and sounds like they did this mostly for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joyous nods are as follows: Sweet - "Set Me Free", Scorpions - "Blackout", Black Sabbath - "Heaven and Hell", UFO - "Lights Out", the often overdone, but this time out a nice version of "Carry On Wayward Son" by Kansas, my personal favorite, Deep Purple - "Highway Star", KISS - "Shout It Out Loud", an Ozzy Osbourne tune, "Over The Mountain", Iron Maiden's "The Trooper", another favorite, Judas Priest's "Breaking The Law", a little known Van Halen song, "On Fire", and a unique nod to Led Zeppelin with "Immigrant Song". Plus, what would a Stryper album be without something original, "God"? Nice touch to close it out, boys! Older, wiser, and still kicking, Stryper is still relevant and can blow the doors off the best of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7654940267714729944?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7654940267714729944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7654940267714729944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7654940267714729944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7654940267714729944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/03/stryper-covering_19.html' title='Stryper - The Covering'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6443002545103771856</id><published>2011-03-16T13:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:22:12.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Elefante &amp; Mastedon - Revolution Of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/16/2090.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/16/s_2090.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Elefante &amp; Mastedon&lt;br /&gt;Revolution Of Mind&lt;br /&gt;(c)2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.johnelefante.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When three of the original four guys that had a major impact on the sound of 90's Mastedon, John and Dino Elefante and Dave Amato, with Anthony Sallee added this time around, I thought to give this strong consideration for download. I'm quite happy to say the digital purchase matches the gut feeling. Being very moved by the post-Kansas sound that John brought to the table on "It's A Jungle Out There" (1989) and "Lofcaudio" (1990), plus witnessing their '91 performance at Cornerstone, taking a trip down memory lane has been welcome diversion from some of the current musical landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current version of Mastedon is a bit wiser looking around the edges, but these guys can still rock. There's a significant nod paid to the prog-rock of the 70-80's, but the band backing John's vocals is tight and fresh. The title track kicks the disc off with a tight-hooked rocker complete with a solid guitar solo. Elefante's vocals sound just as fresh as when I first heard him with Kansas, circa early 80's. Much attention is given to the overall mix, with vocals and harmonies standing out. "Nowhere Without Your Love" has a classic rock ballad vibe, extremely akin to Kansas, gracing the ears as it begins with a sweet solo electric guitar, then a full frontal vocal delivery. "One Day By The Lake (See You Real Soon)" clocks in at 10:43 and relives all the glory of 70's prog rock, except it's telling the story of redemption. "Water Into Wine" is a fast-paced blues rocker, but sounds a bit out of place with the vibe of the disc, yet a good song nonetheless. "Questions (It's About Time)", a song to the church largely about how we treat each other, musically leaves me wanting more. "You Can't Take Anything" sounds like a dated 80's power rock song, and would fit better on one of Elefante's solo softer rock discs. "Lying" is a good song lyrically for those in need of conviction from sin, but again feels stuck in an 80's groove. "The Western World" has a Hammond B organ/gritty blues vibe that works well beneath John's voice. "That's What You Do" finishes the disc strong with some orchestral accents thrown in with a power rock front lending support to the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, not as memorable as their previous out of print discs from a decade ago, but a wiser, nobler brand of seasoned formula rock that proves older guys can still create decent rock and roll. Maybe it's not fair in comparing then and now, but it's difficult to forget the early 90's after experiencing them at a point in time that was significant in this "Christian rock" scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6443002545103771856?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6443002545103771856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6443002545103771856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6443002545103771856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6443002545103771856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/03/john-elefante-mastedon-revolution-of.html' title='John Elefante &amp;amp; Mastedon - Revolution Of Mind'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1072233140697694279</id><published>2011-02-25T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T10:21:22.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Stitch - This Is Rebellion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwMJ4O4AyOA/TWfzGWdAYcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EX5k5bKitNg/s1600/triple%2Bstitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwMJ4O4AyOA/TWfzGWdAYcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EX5k5bKitNg/s200/triple%2Bstitch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577693953953653186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triple Stitch&lt;br /&gt;This Is Rebellion&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/triplestitch&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Triple-Stitch/83350267101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering around between generator stages at Cornerstone 2010, I was hoping to hear something that didn’t sound like dragging one’s tongue across gravel. Luck would have it that I was in the wrong tent waiting for some band and heard the last two songs from this almost old school punk band. They reminded me of the Altar Boys from back in the day. I picked up their disc on the strength of what I heard (also because I’m a sucker for spending at C-Stone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the more I listened to Triple Stitch’s debut full disc, Squad Five-O came to mind, with some Huntingtons and Altar Boys thrown in for good measure. “Riot” essentially kicks off the release with all the spitfire bombasity of a good garage song with the line, “We can rest when we’re dead.” “Stop, Drop, &amp; Rock N’ Roll” is atypical punk, but a whole lot better than the crud passing for punk to the masses these days. Awesome, short song, which is what a good punk song usually makes for! With many of the tunes in the key of “in your face”, consistency is not an issue. “March Of The Living Dead” has a similar vibe to Main Line Riders, “We Are The Ready Ones”. With “Rebel Yell”, I couldn’t tell if this was a tongue in cheek tribute to Billy Idol, but the line “Rebel yell, rebel yell, you’ll never take me alive” had me chuckling. “Raise The Flag” is the disc’s only down-tempo song. “Sex, Drugs, Rock And Roll” is a fist pumper and just a great little song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch your fist in the air, then pound your chest like there’s no tomorrow. Triple Stitch may be this next decade’s answer to some quality Gut Level Music. Excuse the pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;February 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1072233140697694279?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1072233140697694279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1072233140697694279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1072233140697694279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1072233140697694279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/02/triple-stitch-this-is-rebellion.html' title='Triple Stitch - This Is Rebellion'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gwMJ4O4AyOA/TWfzGWdAYcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EX5k5bKitNg/s72-c/triple%2Bstitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5495811930124785461</id><published>2011-02-21T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:22:14.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lion &amp; The Sail - Things To Say (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/21/3388.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/21/s_3388.jpg' border='0' width='140' height='140' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lion &amp; The Sail&lt;br /&gt;Things To Say (EP)&lt;br /&gt;(c)2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/thelionandthesail&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/thelionandthesail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The merits of this EP far outweigh the only minor gripe I can think of, that it's only an EP's worth of music. In a day when iTunes, Bandcamp, and a host of other digital music services allow the customer to purchase individual tracks, it's a wonder bands even get noticed beyond the rief intrscratch the surface variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jangly hook is still a good thing for this reviewer. After a brief intro, "Soul" kicks into gear with all the ferocity that a "seven-piece orchestra" can muster complete with jangly hooks and passionate vocals. "Laura" is a killer song! Everything about the track from the orchestral driving vibe that carries the song and the pleading vocal delivery smacks of an instant classic. "It's Not" is an indie/progressive gem with its' rhythm, infused keyboard, the tenor vocals, and the backing chorus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are currently working on a full length release. For a young band, they have an excitement about their sound that's intoxicating. I personally can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5495811930124785461?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5495811930124785461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5495811930124785461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5495811930124785461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5495811930124785461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/02/lion-sail-things-to-say-ep.html' title='The Lion &amp;amp; The Sail - Things To Say (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8322385754419696663</id><published>2011-02-21T19:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:35:44.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>441 - Broken Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/02/21/3296.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/02/21/s_3296.jpg' border='0' width='200' height='200' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revisiting your past can have one of two outcomes. Either you take a wonderful trip down memory lane, relishing where you came from, your roots still deeply connected to your present state of being. The other outcome is looking in that review mirror, remembering the stale taste of coffee from the diner in the past one-light town you visited, wanting to look forward to something new and unexpected. All this said, 441's place in the 80's "Christian" alternative rock history is more of a sidekick to some of the better known Cali bands from that era, namely Undercover, the Altar Boys, DA, and the Choir. I'm leaning towards the one-light town, in case you're wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their vocals ever distinctive, 441 was more of a pop-infused college alternative band with that 80's new wave synth sound thrown in for good measure. Looking back, they were sort of a secondary band for me. I owned their stuff as a poor college student on cassette from the demo bin. Broken Records was the sort of fall out label borne as Maranatha Records castaways. Sorry to any of the historians for my triteness to its' significance, but outside of the Southern Cal region, the rest of the country got only glimpses of the importance of some of these bands. Most of this was due to poor marketing to Christian bookstores, where unless the owners were plugged into the scene, they didn't realize what was unfolding historically or just saw these new labels with skepticism from a selling point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 8 of the 11 tracks coming from a Broken Reunion show done in 2005, the vibe is solid from not missing a beat. The live mix isn't bad either for an indie disc. There's three newer unreleased songs at the tail of the disc. Style-wise, this disc takes me back to the 80's, but I'm afraid it's going to collect dust. 441 has relived the 80's, but it's like watching The Breakfast Club. Great movie, but dated music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark &lt;br /&gt;February 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8322385754419696663?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8322385754419696663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8322385754419696663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8322385754419696663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8322385754419696663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2011/02/441-broken-reunion.html' title='441 - Broken Reunion'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5276078561479521265</id><published>2010-12-27T20:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:10:06.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rocketboys - Wellwisher (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/3746.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/s_3746.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='280' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rocketboys&lt;br /&gt;Wellwisher (EP)&lt;br /&gt;(c)2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/rocketboys&lt;br /&gt;www.facebook.com/therocketboys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like this Austin, TX quintet has been playing close to the vest, I mean, the Texas scene. Very similar in fashion to Dignan, but in a great way, the Rocketboys have put out a killer EP. I don't usually hand out praise  for a 4-song ditty, but Wellwisher gives me hope in quality rock. Favorite cut for me is the Pink Floyd-ish "On The Other Side". The song needs airplay, and I generally loathe radio, but this song is solid harmony and hook. As with most short discs, I only wish this were longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyhark&lt;br /&gt;December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5276078561479521265?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5276078561479521265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5276078561479521265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5276078561479521265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5276078561479521265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/12/rocketboys-wellwisher-ep.html' title='The Rocketboys - Wellwisher (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4465199961524990605</id><published>2010-12-27T08:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T08:13:14.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Rhine - The Long Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/1352.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/27/s_1352.jpg' border='0' width='300' height='300' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over The Rhine&lt;br /&gt;The Long Surrender&lt;br /&gt;(c)2011 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.overtherhine.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I listen to OtR, it's like the feeling you get when returning to your home town after a long spell. The same streets, the general store, that old tire swing still hanging from the oak tree down the street from the house you grew up in, all whisking and beckoning back to a simpler time in your life. The simpler time was no less relevant than it is in this moment. Old faces and friends, new faces occupying your old haunts, that broken down car where plenty of boyhood memories came alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new chapter for Karin and Linford appears embedded in the meat, the guts of the every day man. Her soulful pining, which grabs at the air like an in-the-moment blues singer pulling at generational ghosts, is altogether serene, subtle, and haunting. Married to Linford's tasteful compositions and delicate piano fingers, their presence in this modern musical landscape is anything but a passing shadow. Their imprint, I dare say, will be a lasting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Long Surrender" reminds me of a cross between the gentle moments of "Ohio" (2003) and "Drunkard's Prayer" (2005) and a long, lost Blue Note release of some satin-clad lounge singer that is a collector's item, for the sheer beauty of the voice. Being a listener supported project, "The Laugh Of Recognition", greets the listener with a plea to keep plugging along even though "...Everybody has a dream/That they will never own". Then, the OtR concert-goer settles in to a continuing ballad versus soulful blues/gospel interplay throughout the remainder of this intimate "house concert". There is no other way to explain the intimacy felt throughout their current disc without  imagining sitting in some hole-in-the-wall place, totally conscious of the breathtaking moment one is in. "Rave On" is one of those driven songs that you wish never ends with an undercurrent rhythm and subtle effects trailing in the shadows. Different on this disc is the addition of saxophone on a few tracks, and might I say the perfect instrument to compliment Karin's powerful vocals. Few songs stand apart, maybe this just being present mood, but "Undamned", "Infamous Love Song", and "The King Knows How" strike me in that musically tingle spot. Actually, the jazz-dripped "There's A Bluebird In My Heart" and the sax solo make my inner musician sensibilities melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing about old neighborhoods never felt so comforting. The old tire swing is still hanging from that towering oak tree. Over The Rhine live to see another day. This is the closest to an in-concert experience, in my opinion, that you will find without being there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4465199961524990605?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4465199961524990605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4465199961524990605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4465199961524990605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4465199961524990605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/12/over-rhine-long-surrender.html' title='Over The Rhine - The Long Surrender'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2999809043345624168</id><published>2010-12-18T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:03:26.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hennessey - The Hello Sunshine EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vewBCAYot1o/TQ1n1Q79C6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/D9EMBG55Osc/s1600/Hennessey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vewBCAYot1o/TQ1n1Q79C6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/D9EMBG55Osc/s320/Hennessey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552208080394849186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hennessey&lt;br /&gt;The Hello Sunshine EP&lt;br /&gt;(c)2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/hennessey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Denton, TX band brings a veteran aura to this modern guitar-tinged AOR with really crisp vocals. Too bad this is an EP consisting of 6 songs. Just as you really get into a disc, it's over. 'Tis the way of many indie bands these days with self-production and promotion being handled close to the vest. All the sensibilities of the Goo Goo Dolls, U2, and hints of Coldplay are interwoven into the textures of the individual tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;December 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2999809043345624168?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2999809043345624168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2999809043345624168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2999809043345624168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2999809043345624168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/12/hennessey-hello-sunshine-ep.html' title='Hennessey - The Hello Sunshine EP'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vewBCAYot1o/TQ1n1Q79C6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/D9EMBG55Osc/s72-c/Hennessey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1844383662716346843</id><published>2010-12-18T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T17:55:03.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerusalem - She</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TQ1l8q-3MyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/13bfsedRqgk/s1600/jerusalem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TQ1l8q-3MyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/13bfsedRqgk/s200/jerusalem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552206008622199586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;She&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;http://www.jerusalem.se/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jerusalemulfchristiansson&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Jerusalem/147473398645?v=wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulf Christiansson at the age of 60 is not resting one iota on his laurels. God has burned a deep passion within him to share Christ with those who are lost and destined for an eternity apart. I still remember the seeking eyes of the lead singer, desperately pleading with those attending during their In His Majesty's Service tour in 1985. It was like the man was possessed of an ancient truth that he was commissioned to breathe upon the masses that would hear. Granted, what had drawn me to Jerusalem's music were the blistering metal-tinged hard rock, the sweltering guitar work, and the unflinching message I had embraced from Warrior. In concert, there was almost this baseline groove that Ulf would catapult from to preach his commissioned message that was beyond the traditional altar call of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catapult now 30 plus years ahead since being introduced stateside through Lamb &amp; Lion, then Refuge Records, and Ulf's vision continues. It is a reinvigorated project that sounds every bit as fresh as it did 30 years ago. Man, he does not sound 60!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She" opens up with a thundering wall of guitar and rhythm in "Calling On". "Come On" buries any notion of an aging rocker mellowing out as he using an almost modern blues rock chant to help deliver the message. "I Want To Leave Her" has an almost U2-like vibe, but broader if possible. Favorite cuts are "Supernatural", "Amos 5", and "The Story Of D". Clocking in at 71 minutes, there is nary a soft spot as this plays like a book you can pick up over and over again, never getting bored with the internal theme. The passion of the early days still exists, but with a reckless abandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;December 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1844383662716346843?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1844383662716346843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1844383662716346843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1844383662716346843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1844383662716346843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/12/jerusalem-she.html' title='Jerusalem - She'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TQ1l8q-3MyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/13bfsedRqgk/s72-c/jerusalem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2600349124192038068</id><published>2010-10-17T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:57:55.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Illuminandi - In Via</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLsrDjPFMSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lt-a3HLEXRY/s1600/in+via.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLsrDjPFMSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lt-a3HLEXRY/s200/in+via.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529060307525513506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illuminandi&lt;br /&gt;In Via&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Ars Mundi&lt;br /&gt;http://www.illuminandi.kdm.pl/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/illuminandi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reviewing this Polish metal band’s last EP release, “Illumina Tenebras Meas”, I was taken back by the attempt to merge classical elements with metal growling. They were not just being technically sound, as some metal bands attempt by exploring the classical genre. They actually brought in orchestral instruments, such as the cello, violin, and flute. It worked too. They carry on with this hybrid of genres in “In Via” with authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I haven’t been the biggest fan of the guttural growling that accompanies much of the heavier death metal scene, but here, Illuminandi does it tastefully in the mix. The melody overshadows in “The Promise”, while the melodic and growl intermingle on “Poczekalnia”. My favorite cuts are “Wejdz”, “Reborn”, the somewhat Celtic “W Drodze”, and the down tempo “…I O Tym Drugim…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of being different within an overcrowded scene, Illuminandi rises above many of the other technical stalwarts, and does so with bravado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;October 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2600349124192038068?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2600349124192038068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2600349124192038068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2600349124192038068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2600349124192038068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/10/illuminandi-in-via.html' title='Illuminandi - In Via'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLsrDjPFMSI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Lt-a3HLEXRY/s72-c/in+via.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1032704899246779635</id><published>2010-10-11T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T14:01:52.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coriolis - The Endless Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLN7ORV6LLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5KLU50c0SNY/s1600/coriolis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLN7ORV6LLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5KLU50c0SNY/s200/coriolis2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526896652817411250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coriolis&lt;br /&gt;The Endless Funeral&lt;br /&gt;©2010 YoungSide Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/coriolis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years ago, Jonathan P. Stamets brought us his vision of industrial/gothic music with Coriolis’ debut. Having been given a taste of the human condition where people will fail each one of us, he has returned with a dark, rather cynical offering in “The Endless Funeral”. Musically, it does not reach the level that Circle Of Dust, Klank, or Generation, naming a few from within the spiritual realm, nor the gamut of Nine Inch Nails. Instead, sonically speaking, it’s tamer, almost approaching radio friendly at points. Not an overtly bad thing, Stamets spent more time developing and sharing his story of disappointment and disillusionment. It is solidly produced, though I do wish the industrial elements had been explored further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable tracks include “Welcome To My World (Part 1)”, the positive “Thank You”, and the title cut. Otherwise, musically speaking, it doesn’t nearly coalesce. There are elements of keyboard under the surface at times that are almost more pop oriented or dance-like. The guitar is solid throughout, as well as the rhythm section, but as a whole this skims against forgettable. If this was to be an angst-filled offering, it comes off as a bit too vanilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;October 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1032704899246779635?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1032704899246779635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1032704899246779635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1032704899246779635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1032704899246779635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/10/coriolis-endless-funeral.html' title='Coriolis - The Endless Funeral'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLN7ORV6LLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5KLU50c0SNY/s72-c/coriolis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-9159015093769456583</id><published>2010-10-11T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:55:29.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Army - The Parallel Amongst Ourselves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLN5u-1ngKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mK0y7eLi-Eg/s1600/Sugar+Army.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLN5u-1ngKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mK0y7eLi-Eg/s200/Sugar+Army.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526895015762559138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Army&lt;br /&gt;The Parallel Amongst Ourselves&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Shock Records&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sugararmy.com.au/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the continent of aborigines and kangaroos comes a band that is infectious as it is hard to pigeonhole. Sugar Army is nothing like the name resembles musically. After multiple times of wrapping my head inside and out of this overseas gem, I still am somewhat at a loss for words. Two favorite bands of this foursome are Black Rebel Motorcycle Club and Queens Of The Stone Age. As close as I can come, the passion of both bands has served to provide a background palette to paint a deafeningly drenched canvas of intense rock and roll. If there were any justice in this over-saturated media market of America, Sugar Army would prevail. But alas, only the indie-heads and the like would stumble upon this sonic gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a somewhat ambient and poorly positioned opening track, “Parallels”, or maybe that was the whole point to build into the schizophrenic nature of the rest of the disc, “Tongues In Cheeks” takes your breath like a Joy Division or Superdrag song might do with its almost Euro-friendly vibe. “Detach” and “Maybe The Boy Who Cried Wolf Was Just Paranoid” are absolutely killer tracks, and to a slightly lesser extent “Acute”, ”Many A Mask”, a haunting percussion-less track, and the BRMC-like “Building Castles” are close behind. Not to forget, “You Are A Possession, Up For Sale” feels like they were cranking Joy Division for days, which can be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the rather slow, building start to the end of this disc, Sugar Army has hit the Whack A Mole square on the head. An enthusiastic, impassioned debut, this Aussie outfit has added another notch in the one-more-reason-to-not-lose-hope in the current state of rock and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;October 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-9159015093769456583?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/9159015093769456583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=9159015093769456583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9159015093769456583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9159015093769456583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/10/sugar-army-parallel-amongst-ourselves.html' title='Sugar Army - The Parallel Amongst Ourselves'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TLN5u-1ngKI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mK0y7eLi-Eg/s72-c/Sugar+Army.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6210455040553635898</id><published>2010-08-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:17:28.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mehida - The Eminent Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/THavsn9l8kI/AAAAAAAAALw/suL_ij7ZZHM/s1600/mehida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/THavsn9l8kI/AAAAAAAAALw/suL_ij7ZZHM/s200/mehida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509784375310807618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehida&lt;br /&gt;The Eminent Storm&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Bullroser Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/mehida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it takes a few listens through a disc before I reach a conclusion, but Mehida’s sophomore follow up to 2007’s “Blood And Water” took me awhile. The verdict is the toughest part. This is an album that wants to reach epic proportions, but doesn’t quite measure up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic heavy metal with hints of prog throughout, Mehida is definitely a talented bunch of guys from Finland. Lead vocalist Thomas Vikstrom shows good versatility for a baritone, occasionally stretching those limits with some heavy metal chops. The mix could have brought out more of the guitars, but that could just be personal preference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest track on this is the classic metal track “Dream Giver” with its catchy chorus and nice guitar solo.  Speaking of solos, there’s not much to be had elsewhere. Dark in theme throughout and minor chords abounding, which I’m usually drawn to like a moth to a flame, this whole disc leaves me wanting more. It just sounds at points incomplete, like they could have flexed their musical muscles even further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;August 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6210455040553635898?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6210455040553635898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6210455040553635898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6210455040553635898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6210455040553635898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/08/mehida-eminent-storm.html' title='Mehida - The Eminent Storm'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/THavsn9l8kI/AAAAAAAAALw/suL_ij7ZZHM/s72-c/mehida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4062999009874885289</id><published>2010-08-26T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:48:46.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kal Cahoone - Build The Fire (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/THao9PfLuxI/AAAAAAAAALo/sgTpOHSO7dI/s1600/Kal+Cahoone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/THao9PfLuxI/AAAAAAAAALo/sgTpOHSO7dI/s200/Kal+Cahoone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509776964217191186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Cahoone&lt;br /&gt;Build The Fire (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2010 helmet room recordings&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/kalcahoone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karin Bergquist meets Fleming McWilliams. I could not escape the comparison in my head every time I heard Kal Cahoone’s haunting voice. By the way, do a search in iTunes, and the question appears, “Did you mean Al Capone?” Funny sidebar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely wish this clocked in at more than a measly 17 minutes. Just as her lilting and sultry voice and accompanying piano playing tease your ears, it is over. Sparse instrumentation fills this EP, but flows over your spirit like a gentle wave. She currently resides in Denver, CO performing with the Dirty Pretty, but she has some street creds to be sure. She has recorded since 2000 with Lilium and has appeared onstage playing keyboards for Woven Hand and The Denver Gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs like “Build The Fire” and “Ghosts Of Herod” show a semi shoegaze meets Americana vibe. Strikingly original minimalist music Kal Cahoone has crafted here. Now please, give us more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks (minus one for EP length)&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;August 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4062999009874885289?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4062999009874885289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4062999009874885289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4062999009874885289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4062999009874885289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/08/kal-cahoone-build-fire-ep.html' title='Kal Cahoone - Build The Fire (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/THao9PfLuxI/AAAAAAAAALo/sgTpOHSO7dI/s72-c/Kal+Cahoone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3091801882135639575</id><published>2010-08-15T06:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T06:02:02.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sons Had Father - The Bearing, The Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TGflQyti_nI/AAAAAAAAALg/7INGatT8srs/s1600/sons+had+father.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TGflQyti_nI/AAAAAAAAALg/7INGatT8srs/s200/sons+had+father.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505621146137198194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sons Had Father&lt;br /&gt;The Bearing, The Celebration&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.sonshadfather.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sons-Had-Father/82905388505?v=info&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/sonshadfather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy, swirling, and effects laden, this post rock outfit takes that driving, almost hypnotic landscape that makes up much of the genre and smacks you in the chops with it. Then, you're drawn back for more, a glutton for more sensory abuse. You know you love this stuff, this music without words, though much more embracing than wearing a suit to hear Concerto in E minor in some stuffy hall. This music pounds against your temples, but in a wholly sublime manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming in 8 songs and clocking at 54 minutes, this ain't punk music, folks. I have to search, sometimes high and low for this stuff, especially any with a spiritual connection. Saxon Shore they come close to in my estimation, but have a more indie sound. Favorite tracks include "First Breath Of Life", "After Death" and "Requiem", though the disc is close to flawless. Grab a copy of this while they are still relative unknowns and immerse yourself in this communal celebration of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;August 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3091801882135639575?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3091801882135639575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3091801882135639575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3091801882135639575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3091801882135639575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/08/sons-had-father-bearing-celebration.html' title='Sons Had Father - The Bearing, The Celebration'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TGflQyti_nI/AAAAAAAAALg/7INGatT8srs/s72-c/sons+had+father.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7722684956508283934</id><published>2010-08-08T06:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T06:11:34.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alco Beat - self-titled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TF6s_Oc-zcI/AAAAAAAAALY/9MImfFq9J0w/s1600/alcobeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TF6s_Oc-zcI/AAAAAAAAALY/9MImfFq9J0w/s200/alcobeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503025996904713666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alco Beat&lt;br /&gt;Self-titled&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.thealcobeat.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=26440211600&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/thealcobeathq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Niagara region/Southern Ontario band has a sound very familiar, yet with unmistakable bravado has mastered the Americana/alt-country/blue collar rock genre. Somewhat akin to Wilco, Michael McDermott, and Bruce Springsteen, their bar band bluesy vibe most likely has many a head turned at the local watering holes. When I close my eyes, the lead singer, Stephen Corbett, sounds like a relative of Chicago’s McDermott. This is a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album starts out of the gate with a memorable jangle “(Never Let You) Live It Down” that would be in regular rotation at any Nashville station. Not skipping beats, “If This Is It” follows in the mid-western rock vein that keeps getting new life these days. My favorite track is the alt-country vibe of “Deathbed Confessions”. It’s one of those songs you crank, roll down the windows, and do your best karaoke to. Other strong, memorable tracks that keep me coming back include “Silver Lining”, “Come Back To Haunt You”, and the solid rocker, “Lie To Me”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty good stuff for a relative unknown. I’m glad I bumped into Jason from this band after a Bill Mallonee solo show. Sometimes, stumbling on new music is the best way to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;August 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7722684956508283934?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7722684956508283934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7722684956508283934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7722684956508283934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7722684956508283934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/08/alco-beat-self-titled.html' title='The Alco Beat - self-titled'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TF6s_Oc-zcI/AAAAAAAAALY/9MImfFq9J0w/s72-c/alcobeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-862730826263001732</id><published>2010-07-24T23:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T23:04:35.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlit Sailor - So Close To Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TEvTndU6prI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZSd4Per7mNQ/s1600/moonlit+sailor+-+so+close+to+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TEvTndU6prI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZSd4Per7mNQ/s200/moonlit+sailor+-+so+close+to+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497720444976539314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit Sailor&lt;br /&gt;So Close To Life&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Deep Elm Records&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Moonlit-Sailor/82462011336&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/moonlitsailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When music resonates deep within you, especially of the instrumental post-rock variety, repeat sonic adventures come whatever the mood. "So Close To Life", Moonlit Sailor's second release, resonates deeply with each listen, so much so that I find myself closing my eyes often and soaking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing myself for reviewing post-rock usually takes more of a creative approach, but these guys from Sweden have made it easier. Playing it on the way home from a late night movie, I couldn’t remember the song titles (I’ve enjoyed it multiple times). As the first song slowly began to wash over me, I literally was picturing a sunbeam breaking through the early morning clouds and adding more sunrays as the song built. This was purely a case of accurately interpreting the theme. “Sunbeams” starts out with a positive vibrancy that bleeds right over into “Hope”. Brilliant! The soundscape painted throughout has an orchestral, albeit electric, nuance that begs the listener to come and play in the lush fields they have created. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so impressed by the stunning beauty of each individual composition (not going to call them songs here) that trying to differentiate between a crescendo and decrescendo within the framework of a given piece is a task more akin to a poet or wordsmith. Suffice it to say, Moonlit Sailor has taken post-rock to a captivating, beautiful level. Do yourself a big favor and get your hands on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;July 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-862730826263001732?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/862730826263001732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=862730826263001732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/862730826263001732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/862730826263001732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/07/moonlit-sailor-so-close-to-life.html' title='Moonlit Sailor - So Close To Life'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TEvTndU6prI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZSd4Per7mNQ/s72-c/moonlit+sailor+-+so+close+to+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6970525740674860302</id><published>2010-06-28T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T02:34:31.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIrst day of C-Stone 20Ten</title><content type='html'>It's 4 AM and I slept in my car this night. In a line of familiar trekkers, all of us waiting for the gate to open so we can claim a small plot of land in which to set up camp. All of this for being a part of the experience; the experience of hearing a band squeezed into a restricted time slot. A sea of people to see a smaller core of bands, somewhere between 100 and 300ish I presume, trying to get our ears for attention. You would think you could hear a number of them, but that's just not the case. Some veterans get the primo slots with little competition. Other wanna-bes, the struggling club/bar band, just want an opportunity to be heard. While waiting in line last night, members of the hardcore band The Gun Show, on the schedule for one of the smaller generator stages, don't even have their tickets yet. They were basically begging folks for spare change to raise for 3 tickets. I've got to admire their heart though not very smart. The cool thing about Cornerstone is the sea of people. Somehow that band will find a way in the sea of people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6970525740674860302?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6970525740674860302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6970525740674860302' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6970525740674860302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6970525740674860302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-c-stone-20ten.html' title='FIrst day of C-Stone 20Ten'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4404655613022142691</id><published>2010-06-12T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T13:46:55.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ULF - Entertainers &amp; Soldiers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TBPyNMXO9MI/AAAAAAAAALI/lRGUuXicdZ4/s1600/ulfchristiansson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TBPyNMXO9MI/AAAAAAAAALI/lRGUuXicdZ4/s200/ulfchristiansson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481991479910921410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ULF&lt;br /&gt;Entertainers &amp; Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;©2003 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.jerusalem.se&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jerusalemulfchristiansson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tough for me. Ulf Christiansson and his band mates in Jerusalem were at the very start of my Christianity. I was a young teenager first hearing “Warrior” on album. Having stated elsewhere as to the importance of Jerusalem in the history of Christian rock, not from a biased standpoint, but from the basis of their unflinchingly strong message pointed towards Jesus Christ, their relevance should stand the test of time. Sadly, the machine that ‘pumps out product over spiritual significance’ most often wins out and the history is lost on the current masses. This was originally released in 2003 or 2004, whichever source you choose to believe. It has been brought stateside by Retroactive Records (got to love Matthew Hunt). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will address my first statement. Why it is tough is the fairness of the supposed “industry” that overlooks the history for the unit of the here and now. Ulf Christiansson, Jerusalem, the 77’s, Mike Knott, Keith Green, the violet burning, Daniel Amos, Bride, Resurrection Band, etc… represent the depth of what matters in this “Christian rock scene”. Ulf matters because it was partly his lyrics that God used to speak to this snotty teenager’s heart many years ago. The industry could care less about the hearts of people being transformed. The bottom line, or the bottoms of our wallets are the true motivator. Now, on with the review…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After searching the iTunes store, I had to put this review on hold for a bit, so as to digest the additional goodies not included on the CD. Supposedly, this was going to be a Jerusalem release, but came out as a solo venture. Either way, the 18 tracks from the digital download are worth every cent. “It’s Not Easy” starts the disc with a wall of AOR with saturated effects. There’s a lot in the mix, sometimes too strong, like somebody was knob-happy mixing it, but it sounds like a mature journeyman of faith who has not gotten enveloped by the world. He has stuck to his original guns per se, meaning the gospel message. Though this is more of a saturated studio release than a band’s product, it flows fairly smoothly, with a couple minor hiccups. Favorite cuts thus far, after many listens, are “Rip My Heart Out”, “Die To Myself”, “Kings &amp; Spears”, “Godspeed To You”, and “Fly Away”. There are some European influences, most notably U2, upon Ulf’s current work. It appears from their website that a 2010 Jerusalem album is coming. I will keep my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4404655613022142691?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4404655613022142691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4404655613022142691' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4404655613022142691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4404655613022142691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/06/ulf-entertainers-soldiers.html' title='ULF - Entertainers &amp; Soldiers'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TBPyNMXO9MI/AAAAAAAAALI/lRGUuXicdZ4/s72-c/ulfchristiansson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-9118075000782035947</id><published>2010-05-30T10:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:48:08.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Pioneers - 01.28.1986</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TAKkyNbvN9I/AAAAAAAAALA/SHxsbx7gnwo/s1600/still+pioneers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TAKkyNbvN9I/AAAAAAAAALA/SHxsbx7gnwo/s200/still+pioneers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477121279342360530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Pioneers&lt;br /&gt;01.28.1986&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/stillpioneers&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/stillpioneers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethereal post rock can be that ever so gentle vehicle that lifts the listener to another realm. It's very easy to get lost in whatever capacity when lyrics are not part of the focus. It also helps when the music is that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first true introduction to the post rock world came with Saxon Shore. After hearing a slew of worthy bands, I am convinced that given the right exposure, the post rock genre, if you want to call it that, could catch onto like a wildfire. Cincinnati’s Still Pioneers, though unclear how long in the trenches, has an endearing sound using delay, reverb, and effects galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the box, “Sail To The Sun” takes the motif and develops it quickly, though under the surface throughout. “The Gloria II” gives a hauntingly subdued introduction, allowing the theme to swell a minute into it. Beautiful stuff, this is, gaining some punch halfway in. “Alexander” reminds me of The Choir’s Derri Daugherty and his ambient leanings from the late 80’s/early 90’s. “To Siege, To Conquer” plods along like a locomotive gaining momentum at its medium pace. “Offering” takes the listener back to a mellower drone sound-wise, but keeps one plugged in until the last gap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very impressive for a freshmen disc. Pony up, if you’re so inclined. They will be playing Cornerstone 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-9118075000782035947?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/9118075000782035947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=9118075000782035947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9118075000782035947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9118075000782035947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/05/still-pioneers-01281986.html' title='Still Pioneers - 01.28.1986'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/TAKkyNbvN9I/AAAAAAAAALA/SHxsbx7gnwo/s72-c/still+pioneers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4342995629596031939</id><published>2010-05-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:32:56.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prizzy Prizzy Please - Chroma Cannon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EtjaMvkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w_UU6jA4zGk/s1600/Prizzy+Prizzy+Please.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EtjaMvkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w_UU6jA4zGk/s200/Prizzy+Prizzy+Please.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471597252924194370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prizzy Prizzy Please&lt;br /&gt;Chroma Cannon&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Joyful Noise Recordings&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/prizzyprizzyplease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any band that can create infectious punk rock without using a single electric guitar has piqued my taste buds. In fact, they use a saxophone. This Indiana/Illinois foursome has created a noise punk and garage rock fusion reminiscent of late 70’s British punk with enough modern elements to make it more than interesting. I hear elements of The Who, Van Halen, E-Street Band, TV On The Radio, The Clash, amongst others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Supersized Hookup” is my favorite track, but “New Shoes” is close behind. Insane and intense is this disc throughout. After multiple listens, it is still hard to categorize, even though I have attempted above to do so. “2020 Vision” reminds me of The Clash. This band is very creative going outside the norms of standard instrumentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be willing to wager that PPP is quite infectious live. To boot, I’ll bet they are so fun, you would want to see them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4342995629596031939?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4342995629596031939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4342995629596031939' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4342995629596031939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4342995629596031939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/05/prizzy-prizzy-please-chroma-cannon.html' title='Prizzy Prizzy Please - Chroma Cannon'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EtjaMvkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/w_UU6jA4zGk/s72-c/Prizzy+Prizzy+Please.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7026603804326330590</id><published>2010-05-15T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:30:14.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parts Per Million - Stop Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EUOrExUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Hx8Fb26i1Ko/s1600/partspermillion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EUOrExUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Hx8Fb26i1Ko/s200/partspermillion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471596817861100866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parts Per Million&lt;br /&gt;Stop Motion&lt;br /&gt;http://partspermillion.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/partspermillion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would think that Craigslist could help in the forming of a band, but that's how this Chicago-based alt rock band met? They've only been together for a couple years, but consistent in the local circuit as far as playing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, there's little new to nosh on. Equal parts hook-laden, piano/violin, and melodic waxing, PPM takes the refined alternative radio format and plays it safe. A fluid listen throughout, Stop Motion is formulaic, but pulls the listener in if only to turn the radio up a little louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7026603804326330590?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7026603804326330590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7026603804326330590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7026603804326330590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7026603804326330590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/05/parts-per-million-stop-motion.html' title='Parts Per Million - Stop Motion'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EUOrExUI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Hx8Fb26i1Ko/s72-c/partspermillion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5358755794356670131</id><published>2010-05-15T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:29:04.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KickBend - Faith - Hope - Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EC4pZ6oI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TDTOq79WiRA/s1600/kickbend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EC4pZ6oI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TDTOq79WiRA/s200/kickbend.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471596519890741890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KickBend&lt;br /&gt;Faith - Hope - Love&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kickbend.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/KickBend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritty bar blues with a penchant for danceable numbers, KickBend has made a classic blues-rock offering that is both easy on the palette and mid-western in scope. Having twenty years experience playing the Chicago-land area, their sound is comparable to a good Springsteen romp. Heavy on the keys and classic guitar chops, this is just some good home-brew. Vocally, it’s just above average, as I was hoping to hear more grit, but overall a decent classic rock and blues disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5358755794356670131?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5358755794356670131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5358755794356670131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5358755794356670131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5358755794356670131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/05/kickbend-faith-hope-love.html' title='KickBend - Faith - Hope - Love'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8EC4pZ6oI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TDTOq79WiRA/s72-c/kickbend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2570436139689269732</id><published>2010-05-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:27:44.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Showbread - The Fear Of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8Du-j-t0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FfyoNl0PEHM/s1600/Showbread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8Du-j-t0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FfyoNl0PEHM/s200/Showbread.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471596177881216834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showbread&lt;br /&gt;The Fear Of God&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Tooth &amp; Nail&lt;br /&gt;www.showbread.net&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/showbread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it now about this brand of rawk music. I finally saw these guys perform at last year’s Cornerstone. They are very showy as a full-throttled band, but just as concerned with the message of Christ. To say I get it is one thing though. Scatterbrain styles going in all different directions with less-than-harmonic/melodic hooks, with the exception of “Shepherd, No Sheep”, Josh Dies and company sound like a speed punk band with jerking guitar riffs and the added keytar synth. At least they sound like they have a lot of fun going full tilt. Not this writer’s cup of Monster drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2570436139689269732?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2570436139689269732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2570436139689269732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2570436139689269732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2570436139689269732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/05/showbread-fear-of-god.html' title='Showbread - The Fear Of God'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8Du-j-t0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FfyoNl0PEHM/s72-c/Showbread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5165671936281620108</id><published>2010-05-15T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T13:26:17.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine Homecoming - 3-Song EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8DX3K0Y5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGclDcfh8N0/s1600/routinehomecoming.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8DX3K0Y5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGclDcfh8N0/s200/routinehomecoming.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471595780759643026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine Homecoming&lt;br /&gt;3-Song EP&lt;br /&gt;Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/routinehomecoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Nester has come back with a little teaser. His debut a couple years back was filled with sparsely innocent front porch tunes. This time, using the template of an electric band, he's on the verge of being recognized above the local/regional din. Somewhere between Danielson and Sufjan Stevens resides this current incarnation of Ben Nester's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5165671936281620108?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5165671936281620108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5165671936281620108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5165671936281620108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5165671936281620108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/05/routine-homecoming-3-song-ep.html' title='Routine Homecoming - 3-Song EP'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S-8DX3K0Y5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGclDcfh8N0/s72-c/routinehomecoming.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7943691239553047655</id><published>2010-04-24T16:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:07:20.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you go back? Relevant church v losing your edge</title><content type='html'>I'm genuinely wondering why it is that i'm drawn back to the place where it all unravelled for me. My heart has grown very cold to church, yet I'm here. A new pastor, from what I hear, who is right up my alley with his musical tastes (Mike Knott, the 77's, etc...). Why is that attractive to me? I know I've lost a great portion of my way over the past couple years. I need God, but church is so distant to me right now. If anyone reads this, pray for me. I don't know where to really begin about the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7943691239553047655?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7943691239553047655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7943691239553047655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7943691239553047655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7943691239553047655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/can-you-go-back-relevant-church-v.html' title='Can you go back? Relevant church v losing your edge'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5198568681766614088</id><published>2010-04-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:33:52.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Beat The Devil’s Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S71quMFEL-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YHwt0KaG-3M/s1600/BRMC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S71quMFEL-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YHwt0KaG-3M/s200/BRMC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457635665191907298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;Beat The Devil’s Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Abstract Dragon&lt;br /&gt;www.blackrebelmotorcycleclub.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/blackrebelmotorcycleclub.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a fan of this band a few years back and wish I’d known of them from the beginning a decade ago. BRMC is one of those buzz bands that has a swirling, rabid following once you discover them. They played my hometown of Buffalo, NY back in 2007. That particular show still lingers strong in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the gate, a dirty acoustic blues title song grips you like a boa constrictor. “Conscience Killer” distorts the gutteral notion of a southern rock bar with a fire and brimstone-pounding preacher. “River Styx” is of the same cloth with that dirty blues vibe. Much of this release reminds me of “Baby 81”, except taken to a more roots meets fuzz-punk-basement bar level. It’s very reminiscent of their early stuff. The title of the album was borne from an Edgar Allen Poe’ short story, “The Devil In The Belfry”, with the phrase originally meaning ‘the beat of a drum or a bugle signaling soldiers to return to their camps after dark’. New drummer Leah Shapiro gave the book of short stories to Robert Been, and the phrase stuck. From the beautiful Americana, “Sweet Feeling”, to the sweltering rockers, “Evol”, “Mamma Taught Me Better”, and “Aya” (my personal favorite), this band now hailing from Los Angeles has given meat to these disparaged bones of this reviewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong here. Very little new under the sun is explored with BRMC’s latest venture. They do it with such swagger though, that if you’re exposed to it, you cannot resist. My hope in the future of rock and roll has been restored. I’m pounding my fist on a pulpit, as if fire and brimstone were coursing through my veins. I would love to see this band invited to play Cornerstone at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5198568681766614088?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5198568681766614088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5198568681766614088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5198568681766614088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5198568681766614088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/black-rebel-motorcycle-club-beat-devils.html' title='Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Beat The Devil’s Tattoo'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S71quMFEL-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YHwt0KaG-3M/s72-c/BRMC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1549434046600231280</id><published>2010-04-07T21:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:55:50.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All The Day Holiday - The Things We’ve Grown To Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S71h0RghsSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qcTwqM704k8/s1600/ATDH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S71h0RghsSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qcTwqM704k8/s200/ATDH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457625874123829538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Day Holiday&lt;br /&gt;The Things We’ve Grown To Love&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Linc Star Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/allthedayholiday&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lincstarrecords.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I distinctly remember members of this band trying to sell their CD to any passerby they came across on the dusty roads at last summer’s C-Stone. They were selling it dirt-cheap too. Now, after months with this disc, I wish I had been able to clone myself to see them live. Alas, the packed schedule of the festival! With that said, ATDH has left an impression in this reviewer’s cerebrum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, ambient, alt-rock of the jangly guitar type reminiscent of Death Cab For Cutie and Muse is what best describes this disc. The relatively young crew of Dan Simmons, Mark Ventura, David Roller, and Nathan Frisch make a relatively fluid project here. Strong tracks include “2000 Winters”, “Greener”, “Cities”, and “Flowers And Fireworks”, though everything will most likely bowl the listener over. Do the starving artists a favor and check this out. I think you will be happy you did so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1549434046600231280?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1549434046600231280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1549434046600231280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1549434046600231280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1549434046600231280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-day-holiday-things-weve-grown-to.html' title='All The Day Holiday - The Things We’ve Grown To Love'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S71h0RghsSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qcTwqM704k8/s72-c/ATDH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3542753545704891016</id><published>2010-04-07T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:54:38.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy Of Sound - Sound Scape (EP)</title><content type='html'>Anatomy Of Sound&lt;br /&gt;Sound Scape (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/anatomyofsound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an aspiring alternative band, AOS, has crafted a short album that sounds every bit mature, yet new in all ways. They have a Death Cab meets Coldplay meets college radio accessible sound that doesn’t sound like a rip off. In fact, a real sincerity bleeds through the speakers each time you spin the disc (or play through one’s iPhone). I’m impressed with their indie sound. It feels almost 80’s underground “Christian” at points. Strong tracks are “Living On The Edge”, “Free”, and “New Day”. Hopefully, these young guys stick around awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3542753545704891016?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3542753545704891016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3542753545704891016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3542753545704891016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3542753545704891016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/anatomy-of-sound-sound-scape-ep.html' title='Anatomy Of Sound - Sound Scape (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6658014442946082181</id><published>2010-04-06T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:44:15.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride - Tsar Bomba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7uA-ZyPjgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c65hta6kk5s/s1600/tsarbomba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7uA-ZyPjgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c65hta6kk5s/s200/tsarbomba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457097183051353602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bride&lt;br /&gt;Tsar Bomba&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Retroactive Records&lt;br /&gt;www.bridepub.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to believe Dale and Troy Thompson are still cranking out explosive hard rock/metal after 20 years. “Tsar Bomba” is possibly their strongest release since “Snakes In The Playground”. As a matter of fact, it’s heavier in all the right places. Instead of mellowing out like a Bon Jovi wannabe, they have carved their own niche and traveled the truly independent path. I’m sure stateside here, they don’t bring in the crowds they used to, but that does not make them irrelevant either. This brand of rock and roll is making a well-deserved comeback, so here’s hoping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tsar Bomba” definitely has a heavy rock jam feel to it at points. Songs like “Love Shine” with a killer guitar solo and the heavy reggae, “We Are Together”, make you want to dance a heavenly dance, while “Never”, “Separate”, and “Last Thing I Feel” are straight on crunchers. Rediscover a band that has stood the test of time and is still on a mission to share the unchanging hope of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6658014442946082181?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6658014442946082181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6658014442946082181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6658014442946082181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6658014442946082181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/bride-tsar-bomba.html' title='Bride - Tsar Bomba'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7uA-ZyPjgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/c65hta6kk5s/s72-c/tsarbomba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6229166097774886652</id><published>2010-04-01T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:54:47.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.S. Underground - PTSD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7TBwiiD47I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IzSBLSVBUaE/s1600/ls+underground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7TBwiiD47I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IzSBLSVBUaE/s200/ls+underground.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455198088300061618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.S. Underground&lt;br /&gt;PTSD&lt;br /&gt;©2010 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/lsunderground&lt;br /&gt;http://lsunderground.bandcamp.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Knott has returned. The ubiquitous enigma that has never quite fit within the cushy confines of the Christian market, but always by his definition, has come back on the scene. After a few year hiatus, his “underground” personality has resurfaced. He actually has been around, just on the indy level. This particular disc has been in the making for a while now. Harkening back to the raw feeling of “Wakin’ Up The Dead” and “This Is The Healing”, but with some severe new twists, “PTSD” literally is a tribute to returning soldiers suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. It features the talents of Michael Knott, Jim Chaffin from the Crucified, Brian Doidge, Josh Lory, Matt Biggers, Daniel Sonner, Casey James Prestwood, and Rick McDonough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of the gate, “Acclimation” sounds like a heavy garage song with double kick bass drums. Brian Doidge’s guitar quirkiness you can hear all over the place on “Souls Are So Low”. The disc is incredibly fluid for an old school punk meets garage meets post punk vibe. “My Redemption” is a self-indulgent acoustic spin, “Gonna get my truck, gonna get my car…I got my L.S. Underground.” I absolutely loved it! “Child’s Prayer” is a strong song that stuck out to me with the guttural screaming, “…Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, help my dad…” It hit me right there in the heart. His classic “Shaded Pain” is revisited and retooled in “Shades Of Pain” with a darker, minor feel. It’s a good update too. The disc clocks in over 42 minutes. Other killer tracks are “Miss America”, “Lights Out”, and “What Is Love Fighting For”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are new to Michael Knott/Lifesavers/L.S. Underground/etc, you can avail yourself of one fan’s tribute site, www.knottheads.com. Matt Crosslin gives a very detailed and thorough job of covering all things Knott. For longtime fans, this is a must have. It ranks high up there in the underground stuff with “Shaded Pain”, “This Is The Healing”, “Cash In Chaos”, and “Grace Shaker”…just one writer’s opinion. “If God is love, what is love fighting for?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks (Did you expect less?)&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 1, 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6229166097774886652?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6229166097774886652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6229166097774886652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6229166097774886652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6229166097774886652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/ls-underground-ptsd.html' title='L.S. Underground - PTSD'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7TBwiiD47I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/IzSBLSVBUaE/s72-c/ls+underground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2082817937107403410</id><published>2010-04-01T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T08:53:39.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orphan Project - Spooning Out The Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7TBfoBFwyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9YPAfS4hekY/s1600/orphan+project.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7TBfoBFwyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9YPAfS4hekY/s200/orphan+project.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455197797714608930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orphan Project&lt;br /&gt;Spooning Out The Sea&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/orphanproject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orphan Project is commercially accessible prog rock complete with symphonic leanings. Created in part by, you can hear influences from Kansas, Asia, Yes, and Spock's Beard running through many parts of this release. It's a crime when music of this caliber is not being played on the airwaves on a consistent basis.  There's enough "oomph" in this to even draw some comparison to Dream Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole release is solid enough that picking out individual standout tracks is difficult. “Angels Desire” is a straightforward rocker with nice hooks. “To Me” has great harmonies and organ. “One Dark Moment (Providence)” is a radio friendly power ballad with an incredible guitar solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead vocalist, Shane Lankford, has ample chops to get the job down without overburdening the listener with needless soaring vocals, just great command of the melody. A nice blend of instruments and vocals makes for a fluid listen. Get your hands on this if you can, especially for all the prog fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;April 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2082817937107403410?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2082817937107403410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2082817937107403410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2082817937107403410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2082817937107403410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/04/orphan-project-spooning-out-sea.html' title='Orphan Project - Spooning Out The Sea'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S7TBfoBFwyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/9YPAfS4hekY/s72-c/orphan+project.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2704315090015649115</id><published>2010-03-14T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:38:15.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacklist - Midnight Of The Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52dkW_2elI/AAAAAAAAAJo/91Z3WJcwHGc/s1600-h/blacklist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52dkW_2elI/AAAAAAAAAJo/91Z3WJcwHGc/s200/blacklist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448684372162411090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacklist&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Of The Century&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Weird Records&lt;br /&gt;www.listofblack.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/blacklistmusic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When lyrics are left to the listener to interpret, a woven beauty intermingles between subtle and explicit that can be combed over finely again and again. Nothing lost. Such is the case with this New York City’s debut CD. Different reviews have this pegged as politically inclined while at the other end of the spectrum, more allusive and sexual. I find neither, but wholly somewhere down the middle. Most rock and roll is of a romantic, sexual nature, whether the lyrics or the musical bed upon which it lays intends it as so. Blacklist reminds me of the glam sound of Depeche Mode and the Cure, or the goth sound of Ashton Nyte’s, The Awakening.  Yet, I would be remiss to pigeonhole these boys down those musical paths. It definitely has a 90’s vibe, clearly with the guitar effects, but a strong sound nonetheless that you would find at any of the finest clubs/bars where quality music is lifted above the din of the floor. The crowd buzz transcends beyond the night to remind the listener that good music need not be disposable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Still Changes” captures the mind at first jaunt with a wall of clean rhythm with blasting guitar, while “Flight Of The Demoiselles” gives a solid U2/the Alarm guitar jangle that heats this release up. “Shock In The Hotel Falcon” has a tribal element out of the gate, making for one of the discs stand out cuts. “Odessa”, another strong song, has a cleanly mixed acoustic vibe overriding the song, making the vocals rise above it all. Other standout tracks are “Julie Speaks”, “When Worlds Collide”, and “The Believer”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When debuts are this strong, one has to wonder how far can they go in a music market inundated with sub-marginal talent. Often overlooked is the talented band that is on a mission to endure. I will take the enduring, independent buzz of an upcoming band/artist any day compared to the spoon-fed fodder for the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2704315090015649115?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2704315090015649115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2704315090015649115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2704315090015649115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2704315090015649115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/03/blacklist-midnight-of-century.html' title='Blacklist - Midnight Of The Century'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52dkW_2elI/AAAAAAAAAJo/91Z3WJcwHGc/s72-c/blacklist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1177588963854392516</id><published>2010-03-14T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:49:15.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Miller - People Of Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52SFlHHkpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JtY-mYXi3WE/s1600-h/stephen+miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52SFlHHkpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JtY-mYXi3WE/s200/stephen+miller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448671748747137682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have included a new writer for our website on my blog until he gets one of his own.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Miller &lt;br /&gt;People of Redemption &lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.stephen-miller.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a newcomer to Miller and his band, I was impressed enough by their ear for the elusive worship sound, upbeat and modern, yet not overpowering of Miller’s thoughtful lyrics. Why had they escaped my attention for so long? Looking forward to their next and future efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening with “We Will Sing”, this CD fills with inspiration, strong vocals by Miller and ambitious guitar by JJ Cole and Chad Martin. The first number ushers you into a somewhat new type of worship experience. Miller collaborates with Martin and Cole for “Love Is Here” and “Eternal Of Heaven”. Together these numbers stand out with harmony, led by Miller’s talented vocal, and a tight arrangement of instruments, including the versatile percussion of Mario Diaz Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Awaken My Heart” and “You Are Sovereign Here” indicate in name alone the overall purpose of this album, and by “Reflect Your Glory”, with it’s inspiration-filled melody and lyrics, I felt myself inadvertently caught up in worshipping the King of Kings. “Rise Up, We Say Yes” and “Behold the Spotless Lamb” take a slower pace, but maintain the power and influence of the songs that precede it. The latter goes out with a rising chorus that offers to hold our interest to the last note.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“He Is Risen” is a mature sound for this young band, busy yet reflecting individual contributions from each member. The title track, saved until second to last, begins by emphasizing Miller’s voice and lyrics, then turns into an instrumental number featuring some surprisingly good guitar (including Will Colbert’s bass). This work concludes with “Arrest Our Minds”, a short and gentle plea to the Creator of the Universe, who is big and powerful enough to reside in the heart of every true believer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Vanderwarker&lt;br /&gt;March 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1177588963854392516?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1177588963854392516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1177588963854392516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1177588963854392516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1177588963854392516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/03/stephen-miller-people-of-redemption.html' title='Stephen Miller - People Of Redemption'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52SFlHHkpI/AAAAAAAAAJg/JtY-mYXi3WE/s72-c/stephen+miller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7585497337436562308</id><published>2010-03-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:38:12.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AuRevoir Borealis - Dark Enough for Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52Pe1AeJiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XuFykh_GzhQ/s1600-h/aurevoir+borealis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52Pe1AeJiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XuFykh_GzhQ/s200/aurevoir+borealis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448668883976070690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir Borealis&lt;br /&gt;Dark Enough for Stars&lt;br /&gt;(c)2008 Utter East&lt;br /&gt;www.aurevoirborealis.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an absolute dreamy quality to this release by this Detroit collective called Au Revoir Borealis. Nestled somewhere among the Cocteau Twins, Bon Voyage, the Innocence Mission, and Sigur Ros, they effortlessly take their cue for creating atmospheric dreamscapes that plod along into the listener's subconscience. I am thoroughly amazed by the haunting, almost angelic vocals of Stephanie Halpert McWalters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoegazer sensibilities mix with ambient guitars, layered synth, and even orchestral elements to create a truly unique sound. At times, densely layered and other points subdued, "Dark Enough for Stars" has left an insoluble mark in this reviewer's collection. I highly recommend this for those looking for a sense of beauty in their muical landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7585497337436562308?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7585497337436562308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7585497337436562308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7585497337436562308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7585497337436562308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/03/aurevoir-borealis-dark-enough-for-stars.html' title='AuRevoir Borealis - Dark Enough for Stars'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52Pe1AeJiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/XuFykh_GzhQ/s72-c/aurevoir+borealis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1298727158685612413</id><published>2010-03-14T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:34:27.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Templar - Dark Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52OnITTmiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jsBniiDvZk4/s1600-h/TemplarDarkCircusCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52OnITTmiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jsBniiDvZk4/s200/TemplarDarkCircusCover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667927082670626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Templar&lt;br /&gt;Dark Circus&lt;br /&gt;©2009 YoungSide Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/templarmuzic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at the slight disturbing cover of “Dark Circus” and you might think a possible Marilyn Manson clone. Never judge a cover, right? Nu and old school metal blend to give a schizophrenic response, but the blend doesn’t gel smoothly. I’m torn because the old school stuff is listenable, but at times stylistically, they don’t leave an impression. I’ve tried wrapping my head around this several times, but to no avail. I can handle an in-your-face approach, if it’s done well. This is questionable. I feel as though I’ve walked into a metal bar, with an ever-shrinking patronage, and there’s an 80’s metal act, playing to 20 or so head bangers. Sorry, but I didn’t even buy a drink before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;February 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1298727158685612413?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1298727158685612413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1298727158685612413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1298727158685612413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1298727158685612413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/03/templar-dark-circus.html' title='Templar - Dark Circus'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52OnITTmiI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jsBniiDvZk4/s72-c/TemplarDarkCircusCover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4141176775346764193</id><published>2010-03-14T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:33:07.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Perkins - Pistol City Holiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52OTrt-zeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iIXy051Puuw/s1600-h/daveperkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52OTrt-zeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iIXy051Puuw/s200/daveperkins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448667592992411106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Perkins&lt;br /&gt;Pistol City Holiness&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Lugnut Records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great title for a blues album! A raw, rootsy, and full tilt jam all the way through makes this one of the best discs of 2009. Perkins had virtually gone into dustbowl obscurity since his stint with Chagall Guevara and his '95 industrial-laden Passafist project. You can't keep a quality guitarist down for long though. It's hard to believe this is the same guy who gave us a solo disc way back in '87. I still love the song "Orbit" from that vinyl in my collection. But I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pistol City Holiness" covers the familiar blues formulas with reckless abandon. Nothing new is here, but relentlessly dirty, gritty blues are meshed out on the blues club floor. “Break” kicks in and you can hear the strong chops of TJ Klay on the harp. A slight modern element of rhythmic looping throws you a surprise before “Going Down” explodes with a wall of electric guitar and piano. There is not one sleeper on this 12-song rocking blues offering. The musicians don’t appear to be the standard session players either. True blues feeling comes shining through at every corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only question is, ”Where have you been hiding Dave Perkins these last 10-15 years?” I guess my musical tastes ran in different circles back then. I would have gobbled up everything of yours in sight had I known you were still kicking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;February 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4141176775346764193?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4141176775346764193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4141176775346764193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4141176775346764193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4141176775346764193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/03/dave-perkins-pistol-city-holiness.html' title='Dave Perkins - Pistol City Holiness'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52OTrt-zeI/AAAAAAAAAJI/iIXy051Puuw/s72-c/daveperkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2290294546912869079</id><published>2010-03-14T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:30:27.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cannonhands - Laughter, Blood, And Spit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52NqiFWCAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WkRSXXLHcBA/s1600-h/cannonhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52NqiFWCAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WkRSXXLHcBA/s200/cannonhands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448666886031411202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannonhands&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, Blood, And Spit&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Future Destination Records&lt;br /&gt;www.fdrecords.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered what would happen if hipster rock artists like Dave Bazan, Damien Jurado, and Jeremy Enigk met with their axes in a field of flowers and started tapping into their creative juices. What would come of it? Generally introspective and somewhat sparse, they might put their tendencies toward the negative aside and embrace the beauty around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first inclination upon hearing Cannonhands was to jump around and frolic in the flowers. Goofy as though it may sound, there is a happy vibe to these guys that beckons having some fun, and I don’t mean that simplistic new punk sound! As I’m writing this, I’m laughing because  “All Bets Are Off” is fairly punkish. Up against the remaining songs on the disc, it stands apart from the norm. They have a gutsy, blues-ish sound very akin to Gasoline Heart, but a sound all their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good “cruising” disc or one to bounce around the house and just enjoy the day. I do see that field of blowing flowers off in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;December 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2290294546912869079?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2290294546912869079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2290294546912869079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2290294546912869079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2290294546912869079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2010/03/cannonhands-laughter-blood-and-spit.html' title='Cannonhands - Laughter, Blood, And Spit'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/S52NqiFWCAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WkRSXXLHcBA/s72-c/cannonhands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7191798447206593193</id><published>2009-11-07T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:19:41.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitengale - Threatres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW6N6u468I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NbAd1NXu7Ys/s1600-h/nitengale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW6N6u468I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NbAd1NXu7Ys/s200/nitengale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401428076367768514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitengale&lt;br /&gt;Threatres&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/nitengale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first listened to this CD, I was completely shocked and absorbed. Big dramatic piano and feedback-drenched guitars with a yearning vocalist makes an unbeatable combination. I am kicking myself that I didn’t catch their show at C-Stone ’09 and that these guys aren’t bigger than the sound coming out of the speakers! And who would think that Alaska could produce music of this caliber? I know Sarah Palin lives there and some great fishing experiences can be had, but come on now! They have since bitten the bug and moved to Nashville. Breathing this in reminds me somewhat of the grandiose elements of Denison Mars and maybe Coldplay kicked up a notch or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disc kicks off with a blistering affront of guitars, then a vocal that beckons one along for the ride on “Theatres”. “Searchlights And Saving Grace” would have you think a follow up ballad on the cusp, but you would be so wrong. A haunting chorus-like vocal supports it, bringing an intense, passionate element to push it over the edge. As a matter of fact, the driving elements mixed with clean guitar feedback throughout help to bring out the fullness of Joshua Baumgartner’s vocals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love when a rock band incorporates driving piano and can glean the best from it. It dominates here, but is also just another instrument in the ensemble. Spacious and anthem-like, with an overarching romantic passion in the vocals, almost emo-ish, Nightengale is poised for greater stomping grounds. The disc is smack solid with nary a rotten one in the bunch, running like a natural, bubbling spring from atop a mountain. I enthusiastically recommend this to anyone wanting some fresh air in their lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannysahrk&lt;br /&gt;November 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7191798447206593193?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7191798447206593193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7191798447206593193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7191798447206593193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7191798447206593193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/11/nitengale-threatres.html' title='Nitengale - Threatres'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW6N6u468I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NbAd1NXu7Ys/s72-c/nitengale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2213914256539555075</id><published>2009-11-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:18:01.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Sinner - World Covered In Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW506f_XhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OpXOEXqQdzQ/s1600-h/xsinnermusic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW506f_XhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OpXOEXqQdzQ/s200/xsinnermusic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401427646808546834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-Sinner&lt;br /&gt;World Covered In Blood&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Image Records&lt;br /&gt;www.x-sinner.org&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/xsinnernews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when these guys first came on the scene on A&amp;M, and then Pakaderm Records. I absolutely loved the raw, blues soaked, AC/DC compared sound then. Now, it’s hip to be into the retro sound of hard rock/metal bands from the 80’s and 90’s. I never stopped being a fan of X-Sinner. Now that I put that to rest, “World Covered In Blood” is a dose of fist pumping for the soul. It’s good for a long road trip or for an air guitar thumping in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one glaring area that beckons criticism, however. The production needed to have been better mastered. The vocals sit back in the mix. The music kicks you know what, but Rex Scott’s vocals are overpowered by everything. This is one of the main reasons why “Christian rock” at times lagged behind their secular counterparts in decades past. It is great, impassioned rock and roll, but independent releases sometimes run up against this wall. Get someone who knows how to push this further and over the edge, and it would be fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;November 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2213914256539555075?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2213914256539555075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2213914256539555075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2213914256539555075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2213914256539555075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/11/x-sinner-world-covered-in-blood.html' title='X-Sinner - World Covered In Blood'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW506f_XhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OpXOEXqQdzQ/s72-c/xsinnermusic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-583591567857433628</id><published>2009-11-07T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:16:46.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Letter - Prima Facie (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW5iEeA2jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4gNB865DCLQ/s1600-h/the+blue+letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW5iEeA2jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4gNB865DCLQ/s200/the+blue+letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401427323067095602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Letter&lt;br /&gt;Prima Facie (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2007 Blood &amp; Ink Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/theblueletter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to hear another band play one of the indoor stages at Cornerstone 2009, it was a common occurrence to see other bands staple their posters on one of the circus tent poles. This was how I met two of the guys from The Blue Letter. Seeing a reference to the band Isis, my interest was immediately piqued. Surrounded by hordes of hardcore wannabes at the festival, I almost welcomed something different. As they dutifully filled in an open slot after a cancellation on the HM Stage, I was musically drawn in. The only way I can describe it is hardcore post-rock. Mirroring the band Isis on a large scale, they adhere to a number of post-rock legends, including Explosions In The Sky, Cult Of Luna, and Envy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that musically I love it, vocally, not so much. The vocals grate on you after a while, but that could be matter of preference. I can tolerate them, that being said. This is not a bad release. I’m glad I caught them live. They are in the process of recording a new album, as per their myspace page. This being nearly three years old, the six songs still breathe like a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;November 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-583591567857433628?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/583591567857433628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=583591567857433628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/583591567857433628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/583591567857433628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/11/blue-letter-prima-facie-ep.html' title='The Blue Letter - Prima Facie (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW5iEeA2jI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4gNB865DCLQ/s72-c/the+blue+letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3888073462999499036</id><published>2009-11-07T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T10:15:10.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zsa Zsa Ketzner - self-titled (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW5KTGDZRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5nehxJlvLJU/s1600-h/zsa+zsa+ketzner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW5KTGDZRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5nehxJlvLJU/s200/zsa+zsa+ketzner.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401426914676270354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zsa Zsa Ketzner&lt;br /&gt;self-titled (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/zsazsaketzner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a little post-rock ditty out of Tulsa/Wichita, Kansas that gives the indie/experimental genre another notch in their collective belt. I met one of the guys from the band passing through a secondary merch tent at Cornerstone 2009. He slipped a disc into my hand and told me I wouldn’t have any problem finding them online. They have a very unique, at times hypnotic guitar effect, almost atmospheric. Nothing like getting the most out of reverb! For an independent EP, I hope there is more to come from these guys. This is a true DIY gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;November 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3888073462999499036?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3888073462999499036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3888073462999499036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3888073462999499036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3888073462999499036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/11/zsa-zsa-ketzner-self-titled-ep.html' title='Zsa Zsa Ketzner - self-titled (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SvW5KTGDZRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/5nehxJlvLJU/s72-c/zsa+zsa+ketzner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6304829502641599238</id><published>2009-10-31T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:36:42.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out cool video by Superdrag</title><content type='html'>I saw this the other day. After reviewing John Davis' solo release over a year ago, the band reformed. Straight forward and gritty. Reminds me of Foo Fighters a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.superdrag.com/news.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6304829502641599238?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6304829502641599238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6304829502641599238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6304829502641599238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6304829502641599238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-out-cool-video-by-superdrag.html' title='Check out cool video by Superdrag'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7252626839944411399</id><published>2009-10-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:33:59.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael McDermott - Hey La Hey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQpkR0r-3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IVUhFima3bg/s1600-h/mikemcd_heylaycd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQpkR0r-3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IVUhFima3bg/s200/mikemcd_heylaycd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396483956733115250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael McDermott&lt;br /&gt;Hey La Hey&lt;br /&gt;©2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like just the other day that I reviewed Mr. McDermott. The man is a wind up minstrel who wears life on his collective sleeves. You hear it in every song, every lyrical stanza, and every shred of chord structure. A passion like his doesn’t come around every day, but when it does, be ready. “Hey La Hey” continues down the same dust filled road that is Michael McDermott’s life experience. He is a veteran of heart and soul, sometimes tattered, weary, and questioning, but always deep. This time he enlists the lovely voice of Kate York on “Hard To Break” and his singer/songwriter wife, Heather Horton, on BGV’s elsewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking collectively at his discography, “Hey La Hey” is his most positive and uplifting release to date while still having the punch of past recordings. It could be his recent marriage having something to do with the good feel vibe. There’s still the veritable heartbreaker here and there, but the tunnel light is shining brighter than other releases. Another solid effort by McDermott just continues to make my collection bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;October 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7252626839944411399?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7252626839944411399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7252626839944411399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7252626839944411399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7252626839944411399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/10/michael-mcdermott-hey-la-hey.html' title='Michael McDermott - Hey La Hey'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQpkR0r-3I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IVUhFima3bg/s72-c/mikemcd_heylaycd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5243750747225123989</id><published>2009-10-25T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:30:33.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny Bennett - The Violet Hush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQoxIamRII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/q2We5avNNTw/s1600-h/johnnybennett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQoxIamRII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/q2We5avNNTw/s200/johnnybennett.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396483078034441346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Bennett&lt;br /&gt;The Violet Hush&lt;br /&gt;©2009 False Momentum&lt;br /&gt;www.johnny-bennett.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/johnnybennett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew something of a scaled back, gutsy and blues inspired effort could come out of LA? I had this pegged deep in the south, but Johnny Bennett draws upon the heartstrings of sentiment and wide-open blues-grit-and-roll. Other than the old school punk leanings of “Sister Pharmaceutical”, which is a definite keeper, and “World On Fire”, “The Violet Hush” plays well next to the likes of Michael McDermott, Springsteen, and at times a little heavy Dylan-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing new under the sun in the style, hooks, or song structures, but Bennett stands out with a self-assuredness that bleeds through the disc. Very transparent sounding and repeat-worthy, the background fills in well around his voice. No fillers either, just solid throughout. Do yourself a favor and check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;October 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5243750747225123989?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5243750747225123989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5243750747225123989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5243750747225123989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5243750747225123989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/10/johnny-bennett-violet-hush.html' title='Johnny Bennett - The Violet Hush'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQoxIamRII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/q2We5avNNTw/s72-c/johnnybennett.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5376244037496205576</id><published>2009-10-25T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:28:51.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex Norwegian - Standby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQoWsXSaNI/AAAAAAAAAII/8BWUZ60XvlM/s1600-h/ex+norwegian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQoWsXSaNI/AAAAAAAAAII/8BWUZ60XvlM/s200/ex+norwegian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396482623827765458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex Norwegian&lt;br /&gt;Standby&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Dying Van Gogh Records&lt;br /&gt;www.exnorwegian.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/exnorwegian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy semi-political indie rock with a modern Beatlesque/Euro vibe akin to The Killers and Shins makes Ex Norwegian’s “Standby” a repeat customer in my mp3 player. Seriously, for a debut, Ex Norwegian has created a stellar disc. With their name taken from a Monty Python episode, and kudos for that, you would think dry, witty humor emanating from the disc. Tongue in cheek sensibility exists, but the quality of production and great hooks takes it over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailing from Miami Beach, FL, this band sounds every way like a veteran outfit.  Together since 2008, they have performed in the CMJ Music Marathon in New York City, toured the east coast, appeared on Sky News, and NBC’s South Florida Today show. When I say veteran, confident from a veteran viewpoint is what the disc from start to finish is all about. There is not one stinker in the batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have one complaint, it’s that it ends too quickly. Most of the songs are under the three-minute range and nothing over 3:17. Like a roller coaster, it’s a thrill ride though. Standout songs are “Something Unreal”, “Fresh Pit”, “Sudeki Lover”, and “Dance Trance Pants”, though the rest play consistently like a well-oiled machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;October 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5376244037496205576?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5376244037496205576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5376244037496205576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5376244037496205576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5376244037496205576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/10/ex-norwegian-standby.html' title='Ex Norwegian - Standby'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SuQoWsXSaNI/AAAAAAAAAII/8BWUZ60XvlM/s72-c/ex+norwegian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7240725084965408484</id><published>2009-06-21T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:03:15.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saxon Shore - It Doesn’t Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj513nS-WsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NO8Mhe84yIM/s1600-h/SaxonShore-ItDoesntMatter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj513nS-WsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NO8Mhe84yIM/s200/SaxonShore-ItDoesntMatter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349843005664549570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saxon Shore&lt;br /&gt;It Doesn’t Matter&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.saxonshore.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for this to release was like being a kid on Christmas Eve waiting to get at the presents in the morning. As a post-rock group, hailing originally from my own regional backyard, Saxon shore has progressed in maturity. The only time I saw them was a double gig with Denison Witmer. Backing him, they were ever so restrained, polished, and haunting in their support. Unleashing in their own set, they were monsters at developing song structure. I fell in love with the whole post-rock genre at this concert. It was like listening to an orchestrated series of concertos, except now with electric instrumentation and extremely powerful in effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It Doesn’t Matter” delves down the road already traveled, except with some twists. A female vocalist, Caroline (www.myspace.com/caroline), like a siren from a fairytale, is included on a couple of songs. “This Place” has the feel of a Cocteau Twins song, while “Sustained Combustion” is more Euro and driving using BGV’s to enhance it.  The characteristic crescendo/decrescendo building and falling of what stood out on their 2005’s “The Exquisite Death of Saxon Shore” is evident here as well on the opening track, “Nothing Changes”, “What Keeps Us Up” and “Tokyo 412 am”. Because of the unbridled passion and complex joy (“Bar Clearing Good Times”) that leaps from this disc, this shows their continued maturity in this particular genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fairness in the market were taken into account, and the last dying breaths of the dinosaur industry were extinguished, Saxon Shore would be more recognized by more than the niche crowd. They deserve more than just recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7240725084965408484?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7240725084965408484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7240725084965408484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7240725084965408484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7240725084965408484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/saxon-shore-it-doesnt-matter.html' title='Saxon Shore - It Doesn’t Matter'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj513nS-WsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NO8Mhe84yIM/s72-c/SaxonShore-ItDoesntMatter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1458352388135069939</id><published>2009-06-21T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:02:14.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands  - The Sounds of Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51oP4CAII/AAAAAAAAAH4/d6fM6dsXToA/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51oP4CAII/AAAAAAAAAH4/d6fM6dsXToA/s200/hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842741679489154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands&lt;br /&gt;The Sounds of Earth&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Facedown Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/wearehands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read on their myspace page, a month or so ago, that this young band was being influenced by the post-rock outfit Isis, my eyes bugged out a bit. They since have added Life In Your Way and Misery Signals. After hearing a few of the songs, I was hooked. Combining a heavy, at times ambient texture, with scream growling, melody, and some spoken verse, Hands has a powerful, overwhelming sound that pushes you down again and again under its weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having randomly met their drummer, Josh Silbernagel, at Cornerstone 2008, I never would have place the style with the drummer. I am more than pleasantly surprised. Not being overly impressed with the whole hardcore screamo genre in general, this caught me off guard, in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Sounds of Earth” was released back in 2/09, with their newest “Creator” slated for 7/21/09 release. This covers the spectrum of themes from heavy and dark to resolute hope. It is powerfully sonic and fluid. From the brooding songs, “Judgment”, “Mercy” and “Despair”, to the hard rocking spoken word masterpiece, “Hope”, combined with semi and full post-rock pieces aptly placed, the opening “Beginning”, “Communion”, the title track, and “Ignorance”, Hands has masterfully carved itself out a powerful niche in this hard music, mostly without words, genre. Even the epic 9+ minute “Revelation” is a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1458352388135069939?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1458352388135069939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1458352388135069939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1458352388135069939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1458352388135069939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/hands-sounds-of-earth.html' title='Hands  - The Sounds of Earth'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51oP4CAII/AAAAAAAAAH4/d6fM6dsXToA/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2585739739299502931</id><published>2009-06-21T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:01:03.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Room  - One By One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51WJkGmiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fgQ1akRI-sM/s1600-h/language+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51WJkGmiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fgQ1akRI-sM/s200/language+room.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842430747646498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Room&lt;br /&gt;One By One&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.languageroom.net&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/languageroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent, indie-alternative, much like Radiohead and Dinosaur Jr., Language Room assaults your senses like a steamroller. There is everything to like about this disc: smart melodies, strong vocals, good modern hooks, instrumentation that fills out a song, and stellar production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fluid disc from start to finish, standout  tracks include “In Lines”, “Run Out Of Road”, “I Want To Scream, and “Matter Of Time”. If not for their late addition to Cornerstone 2009’s schedule on the Reignite Stage, there would be more time for this band to filter into my veins. Solid effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2585739739299502931?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2585739739299502931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2585739739299502931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2585739739299502931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2585739739299502931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/language-room-one-by-one.html' title='Language Room  - One By One'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51WJkGmiI/AAAAAAAAAHw/fgQ1akRI-sM/s72-c/language+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6030183592883114580</id><published>2009-06-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:00:01.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Icon For Hire - 3-Song EP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51HlduZeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/e4xvkuiRFcw/s1600-h/icon+for+hire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51HlduZeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/e4xvkuiRFcw/s200/icon+for+hire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349842180539049442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Icon For Hire&lt;br /&gt;3-Song EP&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/iconforhire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female fronted hard rock, much in the same vein as Flyleaf, Icon For Hire has an almost brooding capacity to their sound. Clichéd and typically formulaic, there is very little new ground covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6030183592883114580?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6030183592883114580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6030183592883114580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6030183592883114580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6030183592883114580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/icon-for-hire-3-song-ep.html' title='Icon For Hire - 3-Song EP'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj51HlduZeI/AAAAAAAAAHo/e4xvkuiRFcw/s72-c/icon+for+hire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-691115556390174987</id><published>2009-06-21T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:58:44.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Patches and the Second Bananas - Puddin’ (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj500McpDPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9XxWx8owNGo/s1600-h/soul+patches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj500McpDPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9XxWx8owNGo/s200/soul+patches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349841847406103794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul Patches and the Second Bananas&lt;br /&gt;Puddin’ (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/patchesandthesecondbananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIY quirky acoustic comedy with unique percussion, Soul Patches and the Second Bananas are easy to breathe in. If it’s possible to say, this plays like an acoustic emo thing, but somewhat reserved. Standout tracks are “Unmotivational Speaker”, the short “Jet”, the slightly retro sounding “”Digital Revolution” and the tongue-in-cheek “Cheese”. Good indie stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-691115556390174987?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/691115556390174987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=691115556390174987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/691115556390174987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/691115556390174987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/soul-patches-and-second-bananas-puddin.html' title='Soul Patches and the Second Bananas - Puddin’ (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj500McpDPI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9XxWx8owNGo/s72-c/soul+patches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4049724366570164667</id><published>2009-06-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:57:33.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elliot Jack - I Didn’t Know That Led To This (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50iVhaSCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cy27p-0XIBI/s1600-h/Elliot+Jack+(EP).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50iVhaSCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cy27p-0XIBI/s200/Elliot+Jack+(EP).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349841540604381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Jack&lt;br /&gt;I Didn’t Know That Led To This (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.mysapce.com/elliotjack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambient texture loops intermingled with their characteristic sound, Elliot Jack has put together a shorter disc that appears a continuation of their previous effort, “Stay Away From Lonely Places”. Their intriguing style still has me hooked, but little new ground is covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4049724366570164667?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4049724366570164667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4049724366570164667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4049724366570164667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4049724366570164667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/elliot-jack-i-didnt-know-that-led-to.html' title='Elliot Jack - I Didn’t Know That Led To This (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50iVhaSCI/AAAAAAAAAHY/cy27p-0XIBI/s72-c/Elliot+Jack+(EP).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6869045850386473519</id><published>2009-06-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:55:27.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listener - Return To Struggleville/Not Waving, Drowning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50BBDVUfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ngwkdV2qdFs/s1600-h/listener+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50BBDVUfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ngwkdV2qdFs/s200/listener+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349840968173834738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50A4AtlrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KfVCnrJZOVg/s1600-h/listener+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50A4AtlrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KfVCnrJZOVg/s200/listener+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349840965746923186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listener&lt;br /&gt;Return To Struggleville &lt;br /&gt;Not Waving, Drowning&lt;br /&gt;both ©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.listenerproject.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoken word projects usually pass under my radar due to mild comparisons to hip-hop. Listener does an entire spoken word release with “Not Waving, Drowning” and using subtle acoustic and samples on “Return To Struggleville”. The intelligent lyrics set this apart from even the mildest forms of pop-oriented rap music. These are mildly entertaining and clever, at points, but I’m not sure either has much staying power. Just OK doesn’t cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6869045850386473519?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6869045850386473519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6869045850386473519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6869045850386473519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6869045850386473519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/listener-return-to-strugglevillenot.html' title='Listener - Return To Struggleville/Not Waving, Drowning'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj50BBDVUfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ngwkdV2qdFs/s72-c/listener+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3420902544744922603</id><published>2009-06-21T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:45:59.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Familiar - Like A Shadow, Without Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj5x09d6RXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P22NTcmzUO0/s1600-h/Somewhere+Familiar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj5x09d6RXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P22NTcmzUO0/s200/Somewhere+Familiar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349838562029880690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere Familiar&lt;br /&gt;Like A Shadow, Without Hope&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/somewherefamiliarmusic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written like a program guide to some local theater with personal letters inserted, Somewhere Familiar has created a middle of the road acoustic based effort that left me wanting. Mediocre coffeehouse sentiment aside, the closest comparison is My Friend Stephanie, except more raw and definitely more indie. Apart from the spoken word pieces, this is more forgettable than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3420902544744922603?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3420902544744922603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3420902544744922603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3420902544744922603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3420902544744922603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/somewhere-familiar-like-shadow-without.html' title='Somewhere Familiar - Like A Shadow, Without Hope'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj5x09d6RXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/P22NTcmzUO0/s72-c/Somewhere+Familiar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-808147514386380569</id><published>2009-06-21T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:44:03.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randall Goodgame - (Bluebird) (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj5xXnp06kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sH_29C8dR60/s1600-h/Randall+Goodgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj5xXnp06kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sH_29C8dR60/s200/Randall+Goodgame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349838057958074946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randall Goodgame&lt;br /&gt;(Bluebird) (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Brite Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;www.randallgoodgame.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tough for a singer-songwriter to separate himself from the pack in the genre. “Bluebird” feels like nothing new is explored. The songs could easily fit in at an open mic at a local coffeehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-808147514386380569?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/808147514386380569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=808147514386380569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/808147514386380569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/808147514386380569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/randall-goodgame-bluebird-ep.html' title='Randall Goodgame - (Bluebird) (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sj5xXnp06kI/AAAAAAAAAGo/sH_29C8dR60/s72-c/Randall+Goodgame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3776057008472191731</id><published>2009-06-03T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:46:00.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Southern Sea Theoretically, Yes. Honestly, No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicZRBbT0ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/88vDdTgyWfk/s1600-h/southernsea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicZRBbT0ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/88vDdTgyWfk/s200/southernsea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267263129833874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Southern Sea&lt;br /&gt;Theoretically, Yes. Honestly, No.&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Old House Records&lt;br /&gt;www.thesouthernsea.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a disc begins with banjo picking over predominantly acoustic instrumentation, my interest is piqued. The Southern Sea delicately handcrafts their music with nuance in mind. Somewhat of a mix of Mercury Rev, Sufjan Stevens, and Death Cab For Cutie, these guys play this soft hybrid of looping, Midwest acoustic/electric with a carefree spirit. Toes are bound to be tapping when you take this for a spin on a country drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire thing is seamless and fluid. Strong tracks include “These Things Always End Badly”, “Quarks Passing Through A Hypochondriac”, “Trucks Are Roller-Skates”, and “I Bought A Used Camera From A Website”. I am extremely impressed with the quality of this disc, the mixing done by T.W. Walsh (Pedro The Lion). Lazy afternoons have never felt so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3776057008472191731?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3776057008472191731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3776057008472191731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3776057008472191731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3776057008472191731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/southern-sea-theoretically-yes-honestly.html' title='The Southern Sea Theoretically, Yes. Honestly, No.'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicZRBbT0ZI/AAAAAAAAAGg/88vDdTgyWfk/s72-c/southernsea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8555630673505199442</id><published>2009-06-03T17:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:45:00.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny Toy Guns - Season Of Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicZCC5sKMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RA_yoDkuP5Y/s1600-h/shiny+toy+guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicZCC5sKMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RA_yoDkuP5Y/s200/shiny+toy+guns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343267005827655874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;Season Of Poison&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Universal Motown&lt;br /&gt;www.shinytoyguns.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A refined punk sensibility meets high gage ultra pop rock to meld into this latest offering from Shiny Toy Guns. The female vocals almost sound like cheerleading chants at times, bringing an unflinching in-your-face approach that suits the overall sound. Repeated listens reinforce the sonic punch of this disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sophomore release kicks off with a bang. The first two tracks, “When Did This Storm Begin” and “Money For That” are alt-rock radio hits in the making. The sensational alt-pop song, “I Owe You A Love Song” is full of sugary Brit swagger. “Ghost Town” has the spunky rocker feeling of a No Doubt song reserved for the stadium faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Season Of Poison” stands up as smart alt-pop rock that should supplant much of what passes for modern pop radio. It deserves the buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8555630673505199442?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8555630673505199442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8555630673505199442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8555630673505199442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8555630673505199442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/shiny-toy-guns-season-of-poison.html' title='Shiny Toy Guns - Season Of Poison'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicZCC5sKMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RA_yoDkuP5Y/s72-c/shiny+toy+guns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7079046697971432176</id><published>2009-06-03T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:43:57.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Then There Were None - Who Speaks For Planet Earth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYxzZhdmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VHOxU315fTE/s1600-h/ATTWN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYxzZhdmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VHOxU315fTE/s200/ATTWN.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343266726788298338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Then There Were None&lt;br /&gt;Who Speaks For Planet Earth?&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Tooth &amp; Nail Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/andthentherewerenone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kicking off with electronica-infused keyboards is a nice change of pace for something on the Tooth &amp; Nail roster. ATTWN are a good alt-pop band with enough hooks to fill a tackle box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorable tracks include “John Orr, The Arsonist”, “Reinventing Robert Cohn”, and “Thank The Watchmaker”. They even do a cover of Richard Marx’ “Right Here Waiting” for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who Speaks For The Earth?” is an enjoyable disc. Judging by their touring calendar and myspace buzz, they are catching on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7079046697971432176?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7079046697971432176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7079046697971432176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7079046697971432176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7079046697971432176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-then-there-were-none-who-speaks-for.html' title='And Then There Were None - Who Speaks For Planet Earth?'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYxzZhdmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/VHOxU315fTE/s72-c/ATTWN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7213994439344582915</id><published>2009-06-03T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:42:41.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Of Thought - Nothing More Than Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYfqGSzSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OWfpp_PHIrg/s1600-h/COT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYfqGSzSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OWfpp_PHIrg/s200/COT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343266415054081314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conspiracy Of Thought&lt;br /&gt;Nothing More Than Light&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/conspiracyofthought&lt;br /&gt;www.jointheconspiracy.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you have the phrase, “Never judge a book by its cover.” Well, put this in the never-judge-a-supposed-metal-band-by-its-cover category too. The lead singer looks a distant cousin of Saviour Machine’s Mark Clayton (very unique hairstyle). No comparison beyond that can be made to SM or the brooding-look-means-brooding-metal on this disc or their myspace page. Interweaving hard rock, Nu metal, rap rock and almost heavy blues, Conspiracy Of Thought has pieced together an interesting disc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stands to reason that some bands attempt gimmickry to catch the public interest. Getting past the hair and the brooding appearance of the band, COT is a quality amusement ride. Their apparent push for radio single, “Nothing More Than Light”, covered twice with radio mix, has all the hooks you could want. The feeling, however, after the ride is over leaves me somewhat empty. Maybe stylistically, COT is all over the map, but it’s not all cohesive. It has its moments. Incorporating industrial flair throughout over the different styles does keep it interesting, but walking away creates memory loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7213994439344582915?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7213994439344582915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7213994439344582915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7213994439344582915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7213994439344582915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/conspiracy-of-thought-nothing-more-than.html' title='Conspiracy Of Thought - Nothing More Than Light'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYfqGSzSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OWfpp_PHIrg/s72-c/COT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6186084766850416414</id><published>2009-06-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T17:41:43.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undying Allegiance - Don’t Panic! (We Are In Control)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYQ3J1ERI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tDQf_Bn4fPU/s1600-h/undying+allegiance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYQ3J1ERI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tDQf_Bn4fPU/s200/undying+allegiance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343266160860533010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undying Allegiance&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Panic! (We Are In Control)&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/undyingallegiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard hitting, melodic alt-rock with a modern punk spirit smashing down the competition describes UA. Melding together emo-like vocals with a predictable modern rock formula should work. I honestly couldn’t figure out the first few times listening why this didn’t sit well with me. All too often, the lead vocalist hammers out a melody that refuses to rest on a tonal center, even for a second. At times, intonation is even suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to wrap my head around this disc, but with predictable formulas and a vocalist who prefers a melody line that trails or drops off, I am more annoyed than amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;June 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6186084766850416414?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6186084766850416414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6186084766850416414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6186084766850416414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6186084766850416414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/06/undying-allegiance-dont-panic-we-are-in.html' title='Undying Allegiance - Don’t Panic! (We Are In Control)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SicYQ3J1ERI/AAAAAAAAAGA/tDQf_Bn4fPU/s72-c/undying+allegiance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4578327938205026530</id><published>2009-05-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:27:41.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UniSEF - Can These Bones Live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sg9LpwKtxsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/THyJ6TWyYrA/s1600-h/UniSEF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sg9LpwKtxsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/THyJ6TWyYrA/s200/UniSEF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336567264133891778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UniSEF&lt;br /&gt;Can These Bones Live?&lt;br /&gt;(c)2009 Simpul Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/unisef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutteral punk at its roaring best, UniSEF takes me back with their screaming-heart-on-sleeve approach. With their pleading punk lyricism, they remind me very much of the Altar Boys, especially their early 80’s albums. Pumping your fists in unison is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have thought punk music from Idaho, state of the spuds? Authoritatively speaking, these guys rock! A Mach truck hauling potatoes from Idaho will be plowing into your eardrums shortly if these guys get some exposure. Guitar-oriented and in-your-face, UniSEF deserves to be introduced to the wasting youth of America with their positive message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4578327938205026530?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4578327938205026530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4578327938205026530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4578327938205026530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4578327938205026530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/unisef-can-these-bones-live.html' title='UniSEF - Can These Bones Live?'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sg9LpwKtxsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/THyJ6TWyYrA/s72-c/UniSEF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5454232002971235605</id><published>2009-05-16T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:02:13.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Drawn Mountains - Old Fires (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sg9F7ttfHyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SvALO6ztvLU/s1600-h/hand+drawn+mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sg9F7ttfHyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SvALO6ztvLU/s200/hand+drawn+mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336560975642304290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand Drawn Mountains&lt;br /&gt;Old Fires (EP)&lt;br /&gt;(c)2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/handdrawnmountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when a band veers from the standard rock and roll sound to incorporate instruments like xylophone and brass. “This Earth A Choir” reminds me a bit of Dignan with the almost gang vocals added. “Every Man The Same” has a workman quality similar to any of Bill Mallonee’s efforts. Other songs of note are “Oil and Water” and the melancholy, almost brooding “Happiness”. I just wish this were a full project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5454232002971235605?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5454232002971235605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5454232002971235605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5454232002971235605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5454232002971235605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/hand-drawn-mountains-old-fires-ep.html' title='Hand Drawn Mountains - Old Fires (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sg9F7ttfHyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/SvALO6ztvLU/s72-c/hand+drawn+mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7233508749870272176</id><published>2009-05-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:08:06.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold War Kids - Loyalty To Loyalty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_736_a4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KR0gpkn7YBA/s1600-h/cold+war+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_736_a4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KR0gpkn7YBA/s200/cold+war+kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331769306709453698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold War Kids&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty To Loyalty&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Downtown Music&lt;br /&gt;www.coldwarkids.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a “love/can’t believe” relationship with this disc. The first couple of times, it caught me by surprise. I let it absorb deeply, absolutely embracing their sound, the packaging, and the whole enchilada. Comparatively speaking, the White Stripes come to mind. Political correctness aside, this sounds like dirty blues from a lazy Mexican town. Dirty, disjointed, and sparse at times, “Loyalty To Loyalty” nonetheless is cohesive in striking a fresh nerve. Needless to say, I totally loved it the first few times. I, then, became inundated with other discs to review. Recently, rediscovering this in a pile, I thought, “I can’t believe I forgot about this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opening track, “Against Privacy”, lays down on a dirt trail of somewhat unstructured blues. “Mexican Dogs” follows up with more of the same gritty blues guitar with slight off-key vocals. A keyboard blues romp explodes with intense guitar distortion creating danceable elements on “Every Valley Is Not A Lake” and “Something Is Not Right With Me”. Other strong tracks include “Welcome To The Occupation, the sparse “Every Man I Fall For” and “Relief”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book packaging receives a special nod for quality and creativity. The production is brilliantly mixed and sewn together. If you haven’t yet, discover the Cold War Kids. Cigars on a lazy day never tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7233508749870272176?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7233508749870272176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7233508749870272176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7233508749870272176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7233508749870272176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/cold-war-kids-loyalty-to-loyalty.html' title='Cold War Kids - Loyalty To Loyalty'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_736_a4I/AAAAAAAAAFo/KR0gpkn7YBA/s72-c/cold+war+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2615601577377158243</id><published>2009-05-03T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:06:42.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridgeshadows - Pray For Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_niHjGaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ii8fvU57H1g/s1600-h/bridgeshadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_niHjGaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ii8fvU57H1g/s200/bridgeshadows.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768957259159970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridgeshadows&lt;br /&gt;Pray For Rain&lt;br /&gt;©2008 YoungSide Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/bridge_shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprised of Bethany Jones on vocals, Jonathan Stamets (Coriolis) on vocals/guitars/programming, and KL (ex-Wedding Party) on guitar/keyboard/programming, Bridgeshadows merges classic metal with elements of gothic, industrial, and electronica. It reminds me of Wedding Party, but darker, and shades of Saviour Machine. The hybrid mix of Bethany Jones’ gothic vocals with Jonathan Stamets’ almost brooding undercurrent is refreshing. Mixed with the guitar/synth programming brains of KL, their sophomore release goes down rough, and it’s meant to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standout tracks include “Do You Feel?”, “Cold Day In Hell”, “Cry For Mercy”, and “Dust To Dust”. Time will tell if they make an impact, but industrial infused music is not going away anytime soon. It needs some exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2615601577377158243?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2615601577377158243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2615601577377158243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2615601577377158243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2615601577377158243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/bridgeshadows-pray-for-rain.html' title='Bridgeshadows - Pray For Rain'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_niHjGaI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Ii8fvU57H1g/s72-c/bridgeshadows.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-387565372779818315</id><published>2009-05-03T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:05:38.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Elated - S/T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_Uw7AgmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oA9KOEGi-8g/s1600-h/so+elated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_Uw7AgmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oA9KOEGi-8g/s200/so+elated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768634815578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Elated&lt;br /&gt;S/T&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Joyful Rice Recordings&lt;br /&gt;www.soelated.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Thomas and company created a meandering mid-west sound that is both familiar and fresh. So Elated, the moniker under which he is now associated, mixes in upright bass, mandolin, and the standard Hammond organ sound to lay out articulate flavors for the listener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a delicate field of wildflowers, the album opens with a breeze of soft melancholy with “The Ache Of Going Without”. The light-hearted, catchy “Why I Need You” follows with a Sufjan Stevens’ vibe going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slightly aggressive acoustic element flows through most of this release. At times Beatle-esque, at others Waterdeep meets Wilco, Ben Thomas have crafted an appealing mix of thoughtfully produced Americana for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-387565372779818315?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/387565372779818315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=387565372779818315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/387565372779818315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/387565372779818315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-elated-st.html' title='So Elated - S/T'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4_Uw7AgmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oA9KOEGi-8g/s72-c/so+elated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2565719942362802895</id><published>2009-05-03T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:03:42.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luther-N - Dogmatics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-6e3_6wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A0ljK0LVLfI/s1600-h/luther-n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-6e3_6wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A0ljK0LVLfI/s200/luther-n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331768183294520066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luther-N&lt;br /&gt;Dogmatics&lt;br /&gt;©2008 YoungSide Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/luthernband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-Junker Jorg front man, Shane Sowers has pulled together a power trio, his wife and creatively gifted guitarist, Danny Han, mixing classic rock and metal over a bed of Nu-metal beats and synth programming. This Honolulu, Hawaii based band has created a fresh sound to enhance their modern day reformation-style lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song “Confession” brings our revolving sin nature door to light:&lt;br /&gt; “Let’s go - It’s a suspicion that &lt;br /&gt;there’s something wrong inside of me&lt;br /&gt;What evil lurking in the dark inside, I cannot see&lt;br /&gt;But no denial no re-trial all the vile never goes&lt;br /&gt;This is real what we’re feeling now does everybody know&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know you know&lt;br /&gt;Please let me know&lt;br /&gt;You’re here with me don’t leave it alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disc is incredibly fluid, rocking, and makes you want to come back for more. Killer and stellar tracks are “Rest In Peace”, “I Believe”, “The Show”, and the Nu-metalish “The Table”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grasping the listener by the ears on “Reformation”, Shane writes:&lt;br /&gt; “I’ve come to fight for sola&lt;br /&gt; My conscience is captive to the Word&lt;br /&gt;You come to bring another package of rationalism&lt;br /&gt;I take the gift and take it to the hall of violation&lt;br /&gt;You come to bring another package of empiricism&lt;br /&gt;I take the gift and watch it fall before dogmatism.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a strong, decidedly in-your-face release for all the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2565719942362802895?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2565719942362802895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2565719942362802895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2565719942362802895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2565719942362802895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/luther-n-dogmatics.html' title='Luther-N - Dogmatics'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-6e3_6wI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A0ljK0LVLfI/s72-c/luther-n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4103032521266952326</id><published>2009-05-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:02:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Focus - Cyber Suburban Electro Rock Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-kqSyHmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XE_sG2CqA94/s1600-h/joyfocus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-kqSyHmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XE_sG2CqA94/s200/joyfocus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767808402529890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Focus&lt;br /&gt;Cyber Suburban Electro Rock Circus&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Atomic Monster Productions&lt;br /&gt;www.joyfocus.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I slipped this in and played it, I thought a tamer, more positive version of Alexa. After repeated listens, my conclusion did not fit the bill entirely. A female pop voice melded to pop rock strong on guitar with pop-synth undertones is the closest description I can make. The title of the release should prepare the listener anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, this marginally caught my attention. The sonic package does flow well: good vocals reminding me of mid-80’s Belinda Carlisle, strong harmonies, and catchy songwriting. It’s just this will fall by the wayside because of it being too neatly packaged. I wish it were rougher rather than refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4103032521266952326?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4103032521266952326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4103032521266952326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4103032521266952326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4103032521266952326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/joy-focus-cyber-suburban-electro-rock.html' title='Joy Focus - Cyber Suburban Electro Rock Circus'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-kqSyHmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XE_sG2CqA94/s72-c/joyfocus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8223070734160618448</id><published>2009-05-03T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:00:08.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpus Christ - The Darker Shades Of White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-DaxPPXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4q0FCaGVUMc/s1600-h/corpus+christi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-DaxPPXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4q0FCaGVUMc/s200/corpus+christi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331767237299617138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpus Christi&lt;br /&gt;The Darker Shades Of White&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Victory Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/corpuschristiad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bombastic metal meets strong hardcore screamo with melodic undertones to create this sonic whiplash. If I put my head in a blender and mixed it with dominating, crunching rhythms, that would nearly encapsulate the Corpus Christi experience. After awhile, this genre begins sounding monotonous when the sound is monotonous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, the bass, drums, and screaming are overbearing in the mix, while unique elements are fewer and farther between. Too many hardcore bands sound like the other currently. Maybe the younger audience for this genre wants a steady diet of hoarse, raspy vocals with a stale, unimaginative background. Maybe it is too much to ask for the quality of Underoath, Zao, or Living Sacrifice. After repeated listens, I felt the urge to grab one of the aforementioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8223070734160618448?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8223070734160618448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8223070734160618448' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8223070734160618448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8223070734160618448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/05/corpus-christ-darker-shades-of-white.html' title='Corpus Christ - The Darker Shades Of White'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/Sf4-DaxPPXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4q0FCaGVUMc/s72-c/corpus+christi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5832503672483226475</id><published>2009-03-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:23:29.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico Fellini - S/T (Shangri-La)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWhGyT7i_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2SkYhdfxEKU/s1600-h/chico+fellini.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWhGyT7i_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2SkYhdfxEKU/s200/chico+fellini.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315832073137392626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico Fellini&lt;br /&gt;S/T (Shangri-La)&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.chicofellini.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myapce.com/chicofellini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danceable, groove-laden theatrical rock somewhere in the hemisphere of David Bowie and Queen describes this fabulous debut from Chico Fellini. A flamboyant performance runs throughout this whole modern disco wonderland, making the vocal eccentricities glitter even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong tracks include “Electrolyte”, “Can’t Deny”, and “Down The Up Ladder”. It does have its fillers, but overall the infectious glitz translates well. Chico Fellini should make a splash beyond regional recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5832503672483226475?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5832503672483226475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5832503672483226475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5832503672483226475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5832503672483226475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/chico-fellini-st-shangri-la.html' title='Chico Fellini - S/T (Shangri-La)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWhGyT7i_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2SkYhdfxEKU/s72-c/chico+fellini.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-3565432068898478309</id><published>2009-03-21T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:09:44.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doug Burr -The Shawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWd5c_t01I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1gZrth0ky6Q/s1600-h/the+shawl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWd5c_t01I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1gZrth0ky6Q/s200/the+shawl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315828545542280018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug Burr&lt;br /&gt;The Shawl&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Velvet Blue Music&lt;br /&gt;www.dougburr.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/dougburr&lt;br /&gt;www.velvetbluemusic.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If modern worship formulas did not so dominate the radio airwaves or saturate the heart of today’s mega-churches and the wannabe’s, we might smell the sweeter aromas of humbler offerings to God. In other words, the pretentious flavor of the month cannot hold a candle to “The Shawl”. Velvet Blue being one of the last places I would look to find a gem like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having stated the aforementioned, Doug Burr uses the Psalms with authority and grace, yet delicately meanders along through the poetry without it sounding pushy. Sparse, open nuances fill in the background gorgeously with his acoustic presence front and center. Think Denison Witmer backed by a restrained Six Parts Seven or Saxon Shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fluid moment in time passes all too quickly, therefore making favorite tracks nearly indistinguishable. If there are any tracks that rise above the others, “Surely God Is Good To Israel”, “And We Will Be Saved”, and “Which We Have Heard And Known” are my picks. Though, after my dad’s recent passing, the last track, “In The Lord I Take Refuge” was the first song I numbly played on my iPod, taking solace in a larger Creator. Maybe, this is why the disc has meant more to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-3565432068898478309?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/3565432068898478309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=3565432068898478309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3565432068898478309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/3565432068898478309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/doug-burr-shawl.html' title='Doug Burr -The Shawl'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWd5c_t01I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1gZrth0ky6Q/s72-c/the+shawl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-548286796660561919</id><published>2009-03-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:08:19.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Murray &amp; LN - Downstream Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWdjrib0HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_XUBDCHIn_U/s1600-h/garymurray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWdjrib0HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_XUBDCHIn_U/s200/garymurray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315828171488874610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gary Murray &amp; LN&lt;br /&gt;Downstream Angels&lt;br /&gt;©2009 Velvet Blue Music&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/gemurray&lt;br /&gt;www.velvetbluemusic.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Starflyer 59 were turned down a notch to acoustic fluttering with soft ambiance covering the landscape, it would reside somewhere in Gary Murray’s backyard. Lush dreamscapes shoulder the almost eerie motifs, rhythms, and synthetic textures on “Downstream Angels”. At face value, a mid-western shoegazer mentality exists on this “solo” effort, joining with his former low-core band mates from LN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite tracks on this eight song disc include a truly great number, “The Lost Art Of Mending Wings”, which plays like an extended romantic/gothic lullaby, the breathy, hushed “Moya”, and the spaciously simple “Minotaur”. “Downstream Angels” goes down smooth, like a sweet elixir by the fireplace on a cold day. I just wish this were a longer listen, so I could milk the drink deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-548286796660561919?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/548286796660561919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=548286796660561919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/548286796660561919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/548286796660561919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/gary-murray-ln-downstream-angels.html' title='Gary Murray &amp; LN - Downstream Angels'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWdjrib0HI/AAAAAAAAAEo/_XUBDCHIn_U/s72-c/garymurray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-735412711845511538</id><published>2009-03-21T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:32:51.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack London - White Suit Getting Brown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWVP03HfpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0aotzol4K2M/s1600-h/jack+london.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWVP03HfpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0aotzol4K2M/s200/jack+london.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315819034301136530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack London&lt;br /&gt;White Suit Getting Brown&lt;br /&gt;©2009 North Pole Media&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/thejacklondon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish, this is awesome! Every ember of my musical senses spun in rapture each time I played this. From Iceland, the Jack London plays a style ahead of the curve with much of today’s rock offerings, incorporating everything from Brit-rock flavorings to grunge-like leanings to soul to slightly psychedelic.  Their lyrical and musical perspective is broader, calling themselves indie blues. At times, it sounds like Freddie Mercury on a lot of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute killer cut on this is “Why Can’t We All”, conjuring a blues jam that still brings goose bumps. Other strong cuts on this fluid disc include “Lordy Lord”, “Perfect Ceiling”, “Shameless”, “Clown Town”, and “Life Spin”. “White Suit Getting Brown” moves me deeply. From the blues-inspired writing to the thoughtfully placed orchestrations, this never lets up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-735412711845511538?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/735412711845511538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=735412711845511538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/735412711845511538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/735412711845511538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/jack-london-white-suit-getting-brown.html' title='Jack London - White Suit Getting Brown'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWVP03HfpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/0aotzol4K2M/s72-c/jack+london.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2655916055150474815</id><published>2009-03-21T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:08:39.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mark McMillan - The Medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWPkVqvKdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4lzpKETItAc/s1600-h/medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWPkVqvKdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4lzpKETItAc/s200/medicine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812789635197394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Mark McMillan&lt;br /&gt;The Medicine&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/johnmarkmcmillan&lt;br /&gt;www.thejohnmark.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An impression struck me as I repeatedly absorbed this CD. Cleverly hidden lyrics lean toward a more worshipful vibe under the surface. Some artists/bands will try to hide the fact they are either worship rock or leaders in their local church attempting to ride the popular swell of “worship music”. However they try to dress their myspace page up with labels such as ‘modern’, ‘rock’, ‘Christian’, ‘alternative’, or ‘experimental’, they pretty much serve up the same slice of sugary-filled pie. Occasionally, something better than a slice of pie presents itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural outpouring flows from John Mark McMillan’s prose. To his credit, he provides a fresh slant on the uplifting aspect of ‘worship music’ without the saturated vibe that has completely overshadowed the modern church. Think Charlie Hall or Robbie Seay Band with even less modern hip cliché-ism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Skeleton Bones” is a great rocking anthem number, while the title track shows a Springsteen-ish workman quality.  Other powerful songs are “Dress Us Up”, “Death In His Grave”, “Out Of The Ground”, and “Ten Thousand”. This disc is far from the fodder hitting the radio airwaves and churches en masse. I recommend you discover this artist for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2655916055150474815?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2655916055150474815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2655916055150474815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2655916055150474815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2655916055150474815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/john-mark-mcmillan-medicine.html' title='John Mark McMillan - The Medicine'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWPkVqvKdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4lzpKETItAc/s72-c/medicine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2655159742246769603</id><published>2009-03-21T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:38:37.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menchen - Red Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWIiJm8ikI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_xR4OTryZI0/s1600-h/menchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWIiJm8ikI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_xR4OTryZI0/s200/menchen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315805055456938562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menchen&lt;br /&gt;Red Rock&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Retroactive Records&lt;br /&gt;www.billmenchen.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/menchenmusik&lt;br /&gt;www.retroactiverecords.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Menchen likes to drop his shredding guitarist hands in a number of projects. Besides lending his chops to The Seventh Power, His Witness, and Titanic, he and vocalist Ken Redding (His Witness) have pulled in the famous talents of Robert Sweet on drums (Stryper) and bassist Tony Franklin (Whitesnake, The Firm, Quiet Riot) for this power metal feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Train Crossing” starts the ball with a ferocious rhythm. The metal riffs are classic as they come. Other strong tracks include “A Salt Mine”, “Forty”, and “Wild Wind Blows”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only drawback to this collaboration rests in the lead vocals. Ken Redding has a great voice, but does not exhibit a large range, which feels better suited for blues. Maybe of personal preference, when I hear classic power metal riffs and rhythms of this magnitude, I need a screaming vocal that hits the high notes with a solid punch. Other than personal taste, Menchen is a solid offering to metal fans alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2655159742246769603?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2655159742246769603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2655159742246769603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2655159742246769603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2655159742246769603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/menchen-red-rock.html' title='Menchen - Red Rock'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScWIiJm8ikI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_xR4OTryZI0/s72-c/menchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8666794236801684619</id><published>2009-03-20T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:45:23.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shapes Stars Make - S/T (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRw3Rea8pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bvHysHizUD0/s1600-h/SSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRw3Rea8pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bvHysHizUD0/s200/SSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315497555090141842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shapes Stars Make&lt;br /&gt;self-titled (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.shapesstarsmake.com&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/shapesstarsmake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailing from Dallas, Texas, SSM offers up dreamy, ambient guitars over what could easily pass for a post rock gem altogether. A couple of songs incorporate the breathy vocals of Michael Gooden, but otherwise post-rock the rest of the way. The beauty of this EP is the quiet intensity that builds in each song, like one approaching a waterfall. At other points, a meandering simplicity flows over the eardrums enticing the listener into the groove of the rhythm. When the stream finally dissipates at the end of this disc, you want to breathe it all in again. An astonishing little disc, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8666794236801684619?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8666794236801684619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8666794236801684619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8666794236801684619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8666794236801684619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/shapes-stars-make-st-ep.html' title='Shapes Stars Make - S/T (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRw3Rea8pI/AAAAAAAAAEI/bvHysHizUD0/s72-c/SSM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-1098153063412486350</id><published>2009-03-20T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:43:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Fish Band - Dancing Along The Dingy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRwYSKhq0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aa1UTZuHMcU/s1600-h/The+Day+Fish+Band005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRwYSKhq0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aa1UTZuHMcU/s200/The+Day+Fish+Band005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315497022699187010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day Fish Band&lt;br /&gt;Dancing Along The Dingy Days&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Tasty Orange Music&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/thedayfishband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw that John Davis had produced these guys, intrigue crept to forefront of my head. Knowing the quality of John’s “Arigato!” release, connecting the dots proved any easy task. Mostly flowing down the acoustic driven river, The Day Fish Band has meshed out some brilliant sounding ideas into songs emanating life. Like hearing a slightly tamer version of the Vigilantes Of Love, driving blue-collar rhythms make up the backbone for much of this debut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint rests in the time factor. Once it starts, you enjoy the ride down the river, and suddenly the ride ends. Either a quick ride rushing through your musical veins or meandering down a lazy river, The Day Fish Band provides an interesting detour to wrap around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-1098153063412486350?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/1098153063412486350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=1098153063412486350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1098153063412486350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/1098153063412486350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='The Day Fish Band - Dancing Along The Dingy Days'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRwYSKhq0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/aa1UTZuHMcU/s72-c/The+Day+Fish+Band005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-2995719654981296512</id><published>2009-03-20T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:41:14.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motonaut - The Now And The Not Yet (EP)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRv377YmYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iGl5eNvA-DI/s1600-h/Motonaut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRv377YmYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iGl5eNvA-DI/s200/Motonaut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315496466974284162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motonaut&lt;br /&gt;The Now And The Not Yet (EP)&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Independent&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/mikeindest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessible dance pop with a strong techno vibe describes this EP from Mike Indest and Jesse Maizlish. With a slight 80’s retro sound, Motonaut has crafted an enjoyable little diversion from the mundane. It reminds me a bit of Crumbacher and the B-52’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;March 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-2995719654981296512?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/2995719654981296512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=2995719654981296512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2995719654981296512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/2995719654981296512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/03/motonaut-now-and-not-yet-ep.html' title='Motonaut - The Now And The Not Yet (EP)'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/ScRv377YmYI/AAAAAAAAAD4/iGl5eNvA-DI/s72-c/Motonaut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-4910402003248202978</id><published>2009-01-25T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:07:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackstrap - Steal My Horses And Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ayZ_Sa3I/AAAAAAAAADg/PRMpR2YdgK0/s1600-h/blackstrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ayZ_Sa3I/AAAAAAAAADg/PRMpR2YdgK0/s200/blackstrap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295418190129687410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blackstrap&lt;br /&gt;Steal My Horses And Run&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Tee Pee Records&lt;br /&gt;www.blackstrap.net&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/blackstrap001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinyl has made a comeback, and I could not be happier! Plus, the album came with a digital download of the whole thing. Sweet! I first discovered Blackstrap reading a review in the Phantom Tollbooth archives. I fell in love with that release. I thought it was a sure thing that this release would be just as solid. To put it bluntly, this surpassed my expectations by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, except they are from Norway. Even that comparison does not fit entirely. From the opener, “Winning Speech”, Blackstrap is off and running like a thoroughbred being chased for dear life. On a spiritual plane, “Law Down Low” hits like sweet honey to the soul. Other strong tracks on this fluid release include “The Open Road”, “Repulsion”, “Still Sore”, and “I Burned Your Town”. For fans of BRMC, this is highly recommended and should get major notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10+ of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-4910402003248202978?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/4910402003248202978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=4910402003248202978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4910402003248202978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/4910402003248202978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/blackstrap-steal-my-horses-and-run.html' title='Blackstrap - Steal My Horses And Run'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ayZ_Sa3I/AAAAAAAAADg/PRMpR2YdgK0/s72-c/blackstrap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-5018890753859831300</id><published>2009-01-25T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:06:04.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apprentice - self-titled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ah3AgQLI/AAAAAAAAADY/4JHaCbrYwtA/s1600-h/apprentice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ah3AgQLI/AAAAAAAAADY/4JHaCbrYwtA/s200/apprentice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295417905861640370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apprentice&lt;br /&gt;Self-titled&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Future Destination Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/theapprentice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based in Evansville, IN, The Apprentice delivers alternative roots rock with a workman-like approach. Akin to the Hotshot Freight Train and Damien Jurado, their sound has a blue-collar aura surrounding it, at times bare bones and basic with minor chords permeating through the song structure. A lyrical yearning is the undercurrent that keeps most of their debut from predictability. It resonates at the common man level and would fit well played in a small, intimate club setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong tracks include the Nivana-ish “Riverside”, “disease”, a song about racism and bigotry, and the rocker, “Tracks”. For a debut this is memorable and shows potential for leaving a mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-5018890753859831300?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/5018890753859831300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=5018890753859831300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5018890753859831300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/5018890753859831300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/apprentice-self-titled.html' title='The Apprentice - self-titled'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ah3AgQLI/AAAAAAAAADY/4JHaCbrYwtA/s72-c/apprentice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-8064650498709009671</id><published>2009-01-25T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:04:46.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Silent Wake - A Garland Of Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0aOhHFCkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WWm0vxH7uQg/s1600-h/my+silent+wake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0aOhHFCkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WWm0vxH7uQg/s200/my+silent+wake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295417573566122562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Silent Wake&lt;br /&gt;A Garland Of Tears&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Bombworks Records&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mysilentwake.co.uk/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/mysilentwake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodic death metal with a light doom element mixed in makes My Silent Wake a surprisingly entertaining ride. Never much for the genre for the solitary reason that many of the growling vocalists are usually indecipherable in the mix, this is not the case here. The musical bed is somewhat unpredictable, not ultra-technical or structurally wound super tight. Getting older should mean heading towards mellower pastures for me. This again is not the case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian Arkley’s vocals naturally go back and forth between the melodic and the growl. The growl is good. His guitar work over the rhythm section is also stunning at points.&lt;br /&gt;The opening track, “Tunnels”, is a killer opus at 11-plus minutes. “Cruel Dark Skies” is a beautifully driven piece with powerful guitar licks. Actually, the whole enchilada is worth some extra hot sauce. This is really good stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-8064650498709009671?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/8064650498709009671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=8064650498709009671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8064650498709009671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/8064650498709009671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-silent-wake-garland-of-tears.html' title='My Silent Wake - A Garland Of Tears'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0aOhHFCkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WWm0vxH7uQg/s72-c/my+silent+wake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-7342189589072584403</id><published>2009-01-25T17:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:02:26.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Factor - Against A Darkened Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ZrlKeBgI/AAAAAAAAADI/7ZiKylcNuVg/s1600-h/faith+factor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ZrlKeBgI/AAAAAAAAADI/7ZiKylcNuVg/s200/faith+factor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295416973358663170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Factor&lt;br /&gt;Against A Darkened Sky&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Retroactive Records&lt;br /&gt;www.faithfactor.com&lt;br /&gt;www.retroactiverecords.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about metal music that makes it the perfect landscape for dealing with spiritual warfare. Billed as progressive power metal, Faith Factor has the goods to deliver their message. An aptly qualified screamer of a vocalist, the heaven or hell lyrical bent, and the crunching rhythm section with shredding guitars make “Against A Darkened Sky” a powerful contender in the metal underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong tracks include “The Rapture”, “In God’s Shadow”, and “Light Replaces Darkness”. Faith Factor has a mature sound for a metal band that can pierce the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-7342189589072584403?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/7342189589072584403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=7342189589072584403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7342189589072584403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/7342189589072584403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith-factor-against-darkened-sky_25.html' title='Faith Factor - Against A Darkened Sky'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SX0ZrlKeBgI/AAAAAAAAADI/7ZiKylcNuVg/s72-c/faith+factor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-9087737058299283215</id><published>2009-01-20T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:49:41.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse Sprinkle - Surrounded By Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXabTdXt4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/pW61IMLUzwk/s1600-h/Jesse+Sprinkle004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXabTdXt4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/pW61IMLUzwk/s200/Jesse+Sprinkle004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293589170624520402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Sprinkle&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded By Lights&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Blind Records&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/jessesprinkle&lt;br /&gt;www.bluebrickrecordings.com&lt;br /&gt;www.blindrecords.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Sprinkle has become quite the well-rounded individual these days. As the former drummer for poor old lu, circa mid-1990’s, and filling the bill with Demon Hunter and Dead Poetic for a few seasons not too long ago, his musical engineering side, plus the family thing, has swallowed him whole these days. Formerly from Oregon, he makes home with wife and four children in Avon, NY, a small-blink-and-your-through-it town in Western New York. Non-descript is a term I would use to describe Bluebrick Recordings, a studio indiscreetly located right next door and co-run with George Hochbrueckner, a native Western New Yorker. Now that the plug has been made, on with the review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Jesse recently, I have gained an appreciation for simplicity of sound. Very organic and laid back is Surrounded By Lights, which is aptly handled by Jesse, with some local friends lending their talents throughout. He has become a versatile rhythm/acoustic guitarist as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a self-produced indy disc, this is strong, fluid, somber, and yet upbeat. Strong tracks include, but are not limited to “Longing For The Ordinary”, “This Game Of God” (my favorite cut), “The Long Way Home”, and “Steel Buildings And Caskets”. Do yourself a favor and get your hands on this little disc. Support local music wherever it is created. They need us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-9087737058299283215?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/9087737058299283215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=9087737058299283215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9087737058299283215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/9087737058299283215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/jesse-sprinkle-surrounded-by-lights.html' title='Jesse Sprinkle - Surrounded By Lights'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXabTdXt4NI/AAAAAAAAADA/pW61IMLUzwk/s72-c/Jesse+Sprinkle004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-635613750376609710</id><published>2009-01-20T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:47:46.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GJ Hochbrueckner with Jesse Sprinkle and Melanie Storm - Celtciafricacousticelectric</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXaa2CU8q6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wqL4ZXF6bYg/s1600-h/gjhochbrueckner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXaa2CU8q6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wqL4ZXF6bYg/s200/gjhochbrueckner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293588665148943266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GJ Hochbrueckner with Jesse Sprinkle and Melanie Storm&lt;br /&gt;Celticafricousticelectric&lt;br /&gt;©2007 Independent&lt;br /&gt;http://cdbaby.com/cd/gjhochbrueckner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This independent project by Western New York guitarist and engineer George Hochbrueckner is an eclectic mix of styles and nuances. Hence, the title suggests a potpourri of hooks, riffs, and shades of color that seem to emphasize his personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the founding guitarists of the regional ‘90’s Rochester, NY band, Burning Icons, and co-owner of Bluebrick Recordings, along with Jesse Sprinkle (of poor old lu, Demon Hunter, and Dead Poetic fame), George H. dabbles in Beach Boys themes, surf, blues, R&amp;B, college rock, and even laid back coffeehouse vibes. For lyrics and vocalizations, he lent space to Melanie Storm, a voice that melts between sultry and breathy wonderment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong instrumental tracks include “The Grace McBride Jig”, “Treehouse”, and “Morocco Maia Baby”. Strong vocal tracks include “Melancholy”, “This Is How It Goes”, “Tummy Tums” and “The Walls Are Growing Ears”. George even adds his own tongue-in-cheekiness to “Oscar The Hippopotomus II”, an absolute stitch to hear. For an indy project, this goes well with a long cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-635613750376609710?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/635613750376609710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=635613750376609710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/635613750376609710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/635613750376609710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/gj-hochbrueckner-with-jesse-sprinkle.html' title='GJ Hochbrueckner with Jesse Sprinkle and Melanie Storm - Celtciafricacousticelectric'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXaa2CU8q6I/AAAAAAAAAC4/wqL4ZXF6bYg/s72-c/gjhochbrueckner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-6204829397333526143</id><published>2009-01-16T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:50:25.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chick Corea Elektric Band - Live At The Maintenance Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXE6YunCkLI/AAAAAAAAACw/6kSabvr2WGM/s1600-h/Chick+Corea002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXE6YunCkLI/AAAAAAAAACw/6kSabvr2WGM/s200/Chick+Corea002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292075233640091826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chick Corea Elektric Band&lt;br /&gt;Live At The Maintenance Shop&lt;br /&gt;Iowa State University (DVD)&lt;br /&gt;©1987 CJ Productions/2004 Quantum Leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chick Corea is a truly gifted jazz/fusion keyboardist and songwriter. Not to mention, he is quite the versatile improvisational musician. Originally released in 1987, Live At The Maintenance Shop features the trio of Corea, John Patitucci on bass, and Dave Weckl on drums. Collaborating in the ‘60’s with Miles Davis to create jazz and rock fusion, nailing down the critically acclaimed “Bitches Brew” (1969), which many argue to be the first successful rock fusion record, Chick Corea has an extensive discography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musically, I was drawn to hearing the entire disc without distraction the first time. John Patitucci is a legend on bass. The solo dialog between Chick and John at points left me breathless. Admittedly, I had to close my eyes though after awhile though. I believe this was recorded in analog and it shows. If Quantum Leap wanted to preserve the quality of the original, at least they could have added some bells and whistles to the internal package. It looks in some ways like it was transferred from videotape, though I am sure it is not. The sleeve puts the running time at approximately 75 minutes. Maybe it is that long if you take the time to read the biography and discography sections, which are almost old school PDF reader worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonically, the beauty is in the flow and craftsman-like quality of the tunes. If you were planning on purchasing this, you would want to save your money. Find yourself a local or online video rental store. It is good to see a few times, but I know this will shortly collect dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-6204829397333526143?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/6204829397333526143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=6204829397333526143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6204829397333526143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/6204829397333526143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/chick-corea-elektric-band-live-at.html' title='The Chick Corea Elektric Band - Live At The Maintenance Shop'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXE6YunCkLI/AAAAAAAAACw/6kSabvr2WGM/s72-c/Chick+Corea002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4444337266839995578.post-64236870391779409</id><published>2009-01-16T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:50:47.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Sea Choir - Thin One The Red One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXE28Ebd7yI/AAAAAAAAACo/E6aEuSh9uVE/s1600-h/deadseachoir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXE28Ebd7yI/AAAAAAAAACo/E6aEuSh9uVE/s200/deadseachoir.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292071442746044194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Sea Choir&lt;br /&gt;Thin One The Red One&lt;br /&gt;©2008 Brass Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;www.myspace.com/deadseachoir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the sense that the term “grandiose” does not begin to scratch the aspirations of this project. The nucleus being Costa Stasinopoulis and guitarist, Daniel Gimlin, rounded out by three others, Dead Sea Choir’s debut is an intricate, multi-layered thematically focused gem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing from many musical voices and genres, you hear the undeniable similarities to Radiohead’s Thom Yorke in Stasinopoulis’ vocals. Musically, it is like stumbling upon a magical field of flowers, untamed, untouched, and ready to begin savoring. Like an artist’s palette, with Radiohead, Mercury Rev, Mozart, and Phillip Glass as colors, DSC uses them on a musical canvas. Lyrically, Stasinopoulis covers lofty ground, dealing with never-ending conflicts of good vs. evil, God vs. Satan, life vs. death, etc… This hybrid of organic harmony and synthetic dissonance stands as a sound bed to the lyricism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after many repeated listens, I am drawn to the depth of this release. A powerful debut it is. Seriously recommended for those who enjoy sifting through their music and discovering new treasures within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.5 of 10 clicks&lt;br /&gt;thecannyshark&lt;br /&gt;January 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4444337266839995578-64236870391779409?l=thecannyshark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/feeds/64236870391779409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4444337266839995578&amp;postID=64236870391779409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/64236870391779409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4444337266839995578/posts/default/64236870391779409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecannyshark.blogspot.com/2009/01/dead-sea-choir-thine-one-red-one.html' title='Dead Sea Choir - Thin One The Red One'/><author><name>Brad Snyder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06142890684646195619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/STATQb4MAbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sbjn6z0W7SU/S220/xshark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VLJs7rwkEKo/SXE28Ebd7yI/AAAAAAAAACo/E6aEuSh9uVE/s72-c/deadseachoir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
